Looking if hardness in Mango root there be,
’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,
Looking the smith’s bill-hook’s cutting to see,
Looking at the sittings in the potter’s pottery.”
After that, this man, having apportioned the cooked rice on the plate, and having apportioned the flesh of the bird, while he was eating [it] asked, “Mango Bird, was that day good, [or] is to-day good?”
Then the bird says,