l of golden harvest.

　　And in the shade of the forest path the golden champa flowers drop on the ground.

　　I will gather them all for you in many hundred baskets.

　　Mother, do you want pearls big as the raindrops of autumn?

　　I shall cross to the pearl island shore.

　　There in the early morning light pearls tremble on the meadow flowers, pearls drop on the grass, and pearls are scattered on the sand in spray by the wild sea-waves.

　　My brother shall have a pair of horses with wings to fly among the clouds.

　　For father I shall bring a magic pen that, without his knowing, will write of itself.

　　For you, mother, I must have the casket and jewel that cost seven kings their kingdoms.