Beneath the bridge was a valley of great depth. I was on the bridge. A dense darkness had enveloped every part of the world. I looked to my right and saw a vast grave swathed in an unending dense gloom, that is, I imagined it. I looked to my left and as though saw violent storms and calamities gathering amid terrifying waves of blackness.
Dunia nzima iligubikwa na wingu zito la giza kila sehemu. Nilivyotokea kutazama kulia kwangu, nilikuwa na ono la kaburi kubwa. Nilipotazama kushotoni kwangi nilihisi kama nilikuwa naona dhoruba kali na maafa yakiandaliwa kati kati ya mawimbi makubwa sana ya giza.