He discovered in this way that it was a round island in the middle of which rose a mountain crowned with clouds.

He joyfully breathed the fresh breath of the moist air.

Rain fell, and this rain was so pleasant that the holy man said to the Lord: "Lord, this is the island of tears, the island of contrition." The strand was deserted.

Worn out with fatigue and hunger, he sat down on a rock in the hollow of which there lay some yellow eggs, marked with black spots, and about as large as those of a swan.

But he did not touch them, saying: "Birds are the living praises of God.