Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travel
into strange lands.
Imagine that my boat is ready at the landing fully laden.
Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring for you
when I come back.
Mother, do you want heaps and heaps of gold?
There, by the banks of golden streams, fields are full 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.
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