Where the pearl was buried there he found lovely flowers.
Each blade of grass springs from a dead grain.
In the high season of August the parent visits the grave of his lost child.
Beautiful flowers covered the grave.
From them came a delicious odour.
The bereaved father wrings his hands for sorrow, falls asleep upon the flowery plot, and dreams.
[II.]
In spirit he is carried to an unknown region, where the rocks and cliffs gleamed gloriously.
The hill sides were decked with crystal cliffs.
The leaves of the trees were like burnished silver.