On the seashore
of endless worlds children meet
The infinite sky
is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of
endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances
They build their
houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they
weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have
their play on the seashore of worlds
They know not
how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls,
merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them
again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets
The sea surges
up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing
waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while
rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the
smile of the sea-beach.
On the seashore
of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are
wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the
seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children