The gravel consisted of precious pearls.
The father forgets his sorrow.
He sees birds of the most beautiful hues, and hears their sweet melody.
No tongue could describe the beauty of the forest.
All shone like gold.
The dreamer arrives at the bank of a river, which gave forth sweet sounds.
In it, stones glittered like stars in the welkin on a winter night.
[III.]
His grief abates, and he follows the course of the stream.
No one could describe his great joy.