新月集 1

　　THE HOME

　　I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser.

　　The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.

　　Suddenly a boy's shrill voice rose into the sky. He traversed the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of the evening.

　　His village home lay there at the end of the waste land, beyond the sugar-cane field, hidden among the shadows of the banana and the slender areca palm, the cocoa-nut and the dark green jack-fruit tress.

　　I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight, and saw spread before me the darkened earth surrounding with her arms countless homes furnished with cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness that knows nothing of its value for the world.

　　家庭

　　我独自在横跨过田地的路上走着。夕阳像一个守财奴似的，正藏起它的最后的金子。

　　白昼更加深沉地投入黑暗之中，那已经收割了的孤寂的田地，默默地躺在那里。

　　天空里突然升起了一个男孩子的尖锐的歌声，他穿过看不见的黑暗，留下他的歌声的辙痕跨过黄昏的静谧。

　　他的乡村的家坐落在荒凉的土地的边上，在甘蔗田的后面，躲藏在香蕉树、瘦长的槟榔树、椰子树和深绿色的贾克果树的阴影里。

　　我在星光下独自走着的路上停留了一会儿，我看见黑沉沉的大地展开在我的面前，用她的手臂拥抱着无量数的家庭，在那些家庭里，有着摇篮和床铺，母亲们的心和夜晚的灯，还有年轻轻的生命。他们满心欢乐，却浑然不知这样的欢乐对于世界的价值。

　　ON THE SEASHORE

　　On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.

　　The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.

　　They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on 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. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, 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 gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.

　　On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.

　　海边

　　小孩子们汇集在这无边无际的世界的海边。

　　无限的天穹静止地临于头上，不息的海水在足下汹涌着。小孩子们汇集在这无边无际的世界的海边，叫着跳着。

　　他们拿沙来建筑房屋，拿空贝壳来做游戏。他们把落叶编成了船，微笑地把他们放到广大的深海上。小孩子们在这世界的海边，做他们的游戏。

　　他们不知道怎样泅水，他们不知道怎样放网。采珠的人为了珠下水，商人在他们的船上航行，小孩子们却只把小圆石聚了又散。他们不搜求藏宝；他们不知道怎样放网。

　　海水带着笑掀起波浪，海边也淡淡地闪耀着微笑。致人死命的波涛，对着小孩子们唱无意义的歌曲，很像一个摇动她孩子的摇篮时的母亲，海水和小孩子们一同游戏，海边也淡淡地闪耀着微笑。

　　小孩子们汇集在这无边无际的海边。狂风暴雨飘游在无辙迹的天空上，航船沉碎在无辙迹的海水里，死正在外面走着，小孩子们却在游戏。在这无边无际的世界的海边上，小孩子们大汇集着。