’Mid the lower lands the frolic watery,
Keeping up old customs on the grassy lea,
Finding that the road stile would be crossed by me,
Learning the defects of the door-frame’s carpentry,
Fracture of the tying of the torch by thee.”
After that, the man cut up the bird with the bill-hook, and says, “Mango Bird, was that day good, [or] is to-day good?”
Then the bird says,
“Both that day was good and to-day is good
Through eating the mangoes of a Mango tree,
Looking if hardness in Mango root there be,