Whosoever drinketh three times of the sweet waters of the world well at the north pole
Will be whole of all manners of sickness
He that dwells there and drinketh often
Will always seem young like
The well is in a land of paradise and so is virtuous
But is surrounded by a wall of steep mountains
That are wet with moss and slippery vegetation
They rise so rudely and sharply
Causing rivers to come down from them so outrageously
And maketh such a noise
That no one cannot hear another standing next to him
Even though they cry out with their loudest voice
Precious stones drop down from the waterfalls
And they initiate a change in your energy
When you stare at them you will see visions
Turbulent rivers flow between the cliffs allowing navigation
But only by the most expert seamen
No man shall approach that place without the special grace of god
In a near isle there be feathered folk that go upon their hands
They jump from tree to tree as if they were squirrels
On another isle is the land of the pygmies
They are gentle folk of little stature of a mere 3 spans
They are talented workers of gold silver and silk
And he who passes 8 years is getting old
They are at war with the birds of that country
But if they capture one they tame it
And the domesticated heron or stork will deliver babies
Other lands have little folk who labor not
But men of our stature till the land and labor among the vines for them
Apples come in clusters of a hundred
And clusters of grapes are so big it takes 2 men to carry one
On one isle dwarfs who are a little bigger than the pygmies
Neither eat nor labor
They live off the smell of wild apples
And wherever they go they must take apples or they will die
There are fairy fruit that float flutter and sparkle with electricity
When the sun dims the plants go down into the earth
Griffins are scattered throughout the region
They scoop up large animals
We are not permitted to go to the north pole to see these wonders
Nor are we allowed to drink from the Fountain of Youth!
