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 get wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children
play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.