Chapter 38 No.38

How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,[368]

When Summer's Sun went down the coral bay!

Come, let us to the islet's softest shade,

And hear the warbling birds! the damsels said:

The wood-dove from the forest depth shall coo,

Like voices of the Gods from Bolotoo;[369]

We'll cull the flowers that grow above the dead,

For these m