My Sorak Mountain friends -- in this mundane world, they have been harassed to the point of exhaustion
offensive, detestable humans.
There is no longer the slightest desire to see them or meet them, and so my Sorak Mountain friends hide,
overthrowing a blanket-layer of fog upon themselves, sleeping away their grief.
Suddenly, the Royal Prince and His party's Honorary Debut is at hand, and though their coming delayed,
The mountains joyful shout and resounding echo awaken in a the surprised Sorak Mountain friends,
Who kick away their blanket-layer of fog and awake in a daze.
The news is excited spread to one another, waking this mountain here, that mountain there,
"It is the Royal Prince's Honorary Debut, it is the Royal Prince's Honorary Debut!"
And each fling off their blanket of fog and jump up waving their hands ecstatically.
For the unusually tall, sleepy-headed rock friends,
In order to see the Royal Prince's face just once,
They stretch their long necks to take a peep,
But still they cannot see so they tell the rocks in front of them,
"Excuse me, because of your head, I cannot see very well, please do not raise your head a bit please."
Then the rock standing in front says,
"I'm sorry. The rock-gentlemen in front of me is taller than me so I cannot see very well either."
The ovation and cheer of the Sorak Mountain friends become louder by the moment,
With warm greetings poured only upon Him, He and His party make their way down.
On the way, they stop by the O-sek Mineral Water Fountain, and all have a drink.
And the sight of the water friends travelling to their hometown, waving their hands joyfully as they
pass
Refreshes and exhilarates the Prince and His party who, with contented hearts, settle on the rocks for a
rest.
Then a keen, perceptive squirrel-maiden nimbly jumps upon a rock stage,
And at the top of her voice she sings a greeting song.
Now the song is over, but why does she not get off the stage?
As she watches us leave,
She remains standing on the rock stage.
As we part with one another in reluctance,
This pretty little squirrel-maiden, having lost her soul completely, puts a hand on her forehead and
stares longingly,
She watches us to the end as she wipes away her tears with both her hands, this pretty
squirrel-maiden...
And she is unable to forget.
This is why they say love and affection is a sickness.
Eventually, the Royal Prince and His party are buried by the East Ocean multitude,
Who come in waves to greet them to their midst.
