On the seashore of endless worlds chisren meet.
The infinite sky in motionless overhead and the restlesswater os boisterous.
On the seashore of endless worlds the chilsern meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand, and they pay with empty shells.
with withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly foat them in 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.
Peear-sishers dive for pears, 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 hleams the smile of the sea-beach.
Death-dealing waves sing meaningless balads to the chidren,
ever like a mother while rocking her baby cradle.
the sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
On the seashore of endess words chidren meer.
Tempest roams on the pathless sky, ahips are wrecked in the trackless water,
death is abroad and chidren play.
On the seashore of endless words is the great meeting of chidren.