Imagine, mother, thatyouaretostayathomeandIamtotravelintostrangelands.
Imaginethatmyboatisreadyatthelandingfullyladen.
Nowthinkwell, mother, beforeyousaywhatIshallbringforyouwhenIcomeback.
Mother, doyouwantheapsandheapsofgold?
There, bythebanksofgoldenstreams, fieldsarefullofgoldenharvest.
Andintheshadeoftheforestpaththegoldenchampaflowersdropontheground.
Iwillgatherthemallforyouinmanyhundredbaskets.
Mother, doyouwantpearlsbigastherain-dropsofautumn?
Ishallcrosstothepearlislandshore.
Thereintheearlymorninglightpearlstrembleonthemeadowflowers, pearlsdroponthegrass, andpearlsarescatteredonthesandinspraybythewildsea-waves.
Mybrothershallhaveapairofhorseswithwingstoflyamongtheclouds.
ForfatherIshallbringamagicpenthat, withouthisknowing, willwriteofitself.
Foryou, mother, Imusthavethecasketandjewelthatcostsevenkingstheirkingdoms.
