If
people
came
to
know
where
my
king's
palace
is,
it
would
vanish
into
the
air.
The
walls
are
of
white
silver
and
the
roof
of
shining
gold.
The
queen
lives
in
a
palace
with
seven
courtyards,
and
she
wears
a
jewel
that
cost
all
the
wealth
of
seven
kingdoms.
But
let
me
tell
you,
mother,
in
a
whisper,
where
my
king's
palace
is.
It
is
at
the
corner
of
our
terrace
where
the
pot
of
the
tulsi
plant
stands.
The
princess
lies
sleeping
on
the
far-away
shore
of
the
seven
impassable
seas.
There
is
none
in
the
world
who
can
find
her
but
myself.
She
has
bracelets
on
her
arms
and
pearl
drops
in
her
ears;
her
hair
sweeps
down
upon
the
floor.
She
will
wake
when
I
touch
her
with
my
magic
wand
and
jewels
will
fall
from
her
lips
when
she
smiles.
But
let
me
whisper
in
your
ear,
mother;
she
is
there
in
the
corner
of
our
terrace
where
the
pot
of
the
tulsi
plant
stands.
When
it
is
time
for
you
to
go
to
the
river
for
your
bath,
step
up
to
that
terrace
on
the
roof.
I
sit
in
the
corner
where
the
shadow
of
the
walls
meet
together.
Only
puss
is
allowed
to
come
with
me,
for
she
know
where
the
barber
in
the
story
lives.
But
let
me
whisper,
mother,
in
your
ear
where
the
barber
in
the
story
lives.
It
is
at
the
corner
of
the
terrace
where
the
pot
of
the
tulsi
plant
stands.