The severe face of proud rocks
Yawns its somber beauty
In the gloom of night on duty
Its stopped by a stone wall
Near the sea
Like a timeless sentry...
The eagle hovering over the rocks
Under the yellow, ghostly moon
Breaking suddenly its peace,
Hurries as a traveler on housing...
And uttering a wild cry,
Plunges its claws into a sharp peak...
Under the guiding star
The pilgrim squatter fell asleep...
The rocks washed by the waves
Silently stands covered...