The Home
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser.
The daylight sand deeper and 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 trees.
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,留下他的歌声的撤痕跨过黄昏的静谧.
他的家乡的'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.我看见黑沉沉的的大地展开在我的前面,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.
《新月集》诗歌：雨天
SULLEN clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the forest. 乌云很快地集拢在森林的黝黑的边缘上。
O child, do not go out! 孩上，不要出去呀!
The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads against the dismal sky; the crows with their draggled wings are silent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank of the river is haunted by a deepening gloom. 湖边的一行棕树，向暝暗的'天空撞着头;羽毛零乱的乌鸦，静悄悄地栖在罗望子的枝上，河的东岸正被乌沉沉的暝色所侵袭。
Our cow is lowing loud, tied at the fence. 我们的牛系在篱上，高声鸣叫。
O child, wait here till I bring her into the stall. 孩子，在这里等着，等我先把牛牵进牛棚里去。
Men have crowded into the flooded field to catch the fishes as they escape from the overflowing ponds; the rain water is running in rills through the narrow lanes like a laughing boy who has run away from his mother to tease her. 许多人都挤在池水泛溢的田间，捉那从泛溢的池中逃出来的鱼儿，雨水成了小河，流过狭街，好像一个嬉笑的孩子从***妈那里跑开，故意要恼她一样。
Listen, someone is shouting for the boatman at the ford. 听呀，有人在浅滩上喊船夫呢。
O child, the daylight is dim, and the crossing at the ferry is closed. 孩子，天色暝暗了，渡头的摆渡船已经停了。
The sky seems to ride fast upon the madly-rushing rain; the water in the river is loud and impatient; women have hastened home early from the Ganges with their filled pitchers. 天空好像是在滂沱的雨上快跑着;河里的水喧叫而且暴躁;妇人们早已拿着汲满了水的水罐，从恒河畔匆匆地回家了。
The evening lamps must be made ready. 夜里用的灯，一定要预备好。
O child, do not go out! 孩子，不要出去呀!
The road to the market is desolate, the lane to the river is slippery. The wind is roaring and struggling among the bamboo branches like a wild beast tangled in a net. 到市场去的大道已没有人走，到河边去的小路又很滑。风在竹林里咆哮着，挣扎着，好像一只落在网中的野兽。
《新月集》诗歌：纸船
DAY by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream. 我每天把纸船一个个放在急流的溪中。
In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live. 我用大黑字写我的名字和我住的村名在纸船上。
I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am. 我希望住在异地的人会得到这纸船，知道我是谁。
I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from our garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night. 我把园中长的秀利花载在我的小船上，希望这些黎明开的花能在夜里被平平安安地带到岸上。
I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the little clouds setting their white bulging sails. 我投我的纸船到水里，仰望天空，看见小朵的云正张着满鼓着风的白帆。
I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down the air to race with my boats! 我不知道天上有我的什么游伴把这些船放下来同我的船比赛!
When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars. 夜来了，我的脸埋在手臂里，梦见我的纸船在子夜的星光下缓缓地浮泛前去。
The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading is their baskets full of dreams. 睡仙坐在船里，带着满载着梦的篮子。
《新月集》诗歌：不被注意的花饰
AH, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered your sweet limbs with that little red tunic? 啊，谁给那件小外衫染上颜色的，我的孩子，谁使你的温软的肢体穿上那件红的小外衫的?
You have come out in the morning to play in the courtyard, tottering and tumbling as you run. 你在早晨就跑出来到天井里玩儿，你，跑着就像摇摇欲跌似的。
But who was it coloured that little frock, my child? 但是谁给那件小外衫染上颜色的，我的孩子?
What is it makes you laugh, my little life-bud? 什么事叫你大笑起来的，我的小小的命芽儿?
Mother smiles at you standing on the threshold. 妈妈站在门边，微笑地望着你。
She claps her hands and her bracelets jingle, and you dance with your bamboo stick in your hand like a tiny little shepherd. 她拍着她的双手，她的'手镯丁当地响着，你手里拿着你的竹竿儿在跳舞，活像一个小小的牧童。
But what is it makes you laugh, my little life-bud? 但是什么事叫你大笑起来的，我的小小的命芽儿?
O beggar, what do you beg for, clinging to your mother's neck with both your hands? 喔，乞丐，你双手攀搂住妈妈的头颈，要乞讨些什么?
O greedy heart, shall I pluck the world like a fruit from the sky to place it on your little rosy palm? 喔，贪得无厌的心，要我把整个世界从天上摘下来，像摘一个果子似的，把它放在你的一双小小的玫瑰色的手掌上么?
O beggar, what are you begging for? 喔，乞丐，你要乞讨些什么?
The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells. 风高兴地带走了你踝铃的丁当。
The sun smiles and watches your toilet. The sky watches over you when you sleep in your mother's arms, and the morning comes tiptoe to your bed and kisses your eyes. 太阳微笑着，望着你的打扮。当你睡在***妈的臂弯里时，天空在上面望着你，而早晨蹑手蹑脚地走到你的床跟前，吻着你的双眼。
The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells. 风高兴地带走了你踝铃的丁当。
The fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you, flying through the twilight sky. 仙乡里的梦婆飞过朦胧的天空，向你飞来。
The world-mother keeps her seat by you in your mother's heart. 在***妈的心头上，那世界母亲，正和你坐在一块儿。
He who plays his music to the stars is standing at your window with his flute. 他，向星星奏乐的人，正拿着他的横笛，站在你的窗边。
And the fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you, flying through the twilight sky. 仙乡里的梦婆飞过朦胧的天空，向你飞来。
《新月集》诗歌：睡眠偷窃者
WHO stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know. 谁从孩子的眼里把睡眠偷了去呢?我一定要知道。
Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch water from the village near by. 妈妈把她的水罐挟在腰间，走到近村汲水去了。
It was noon. The children's playtime was over; the ducks in the pond were silent. 这是正午的时候，孩子们游戏的时间已经过去了;池中的鸭子沉默无声。
The shepherd boy lay asleep under the shadow of the banyan tree. 牧童躺在榕树的荫下睡着了。
The crane stood grave and still in the swamp near the mango grove. 白鹤庄重而安静地立在檬果树边的泥泽里。
In the meanwhile the Sleep-stealer came and, snatching sleep from baby's eyes, flew away. 就在这个时候，偷睡眠者跑来从孩子的两眼里捉住睡眠，便飞去了。
When mother came back she found baby travelling the room over on all fours. 当妈妈回来时，她看见孩子四肢着地地在屋里爬着。
Who stole sleep from our baby's eyes? I must know. I must find her and chain her up. 谁从孩子的眼里把睡眠偷了去呢?我一定要知道。我一定要找到她，把她锁起来。
I must look into that dark cave, where, through boulders and scowling stones, trickles a tiny stream. 我一定要向那个黑洞里张望，在这个洞里，有一道小泉从圆的有皱纹的石上滴下来。
I must search in the drowsy shade of the bakula grove, where pigeons coo in their corner, and fairies' anklets tinkle in the stillness of starry nights. 我一定要到醉花①林中的沉寂的树影里搜寻，在这林中，鸽子在它们住的地方咕咕地叫着，仙女的脚环在繁星满天的静夜里丁当地响着。
In the evening I will peep into the whispering silence of the bamboo forest, where fireflies squander their light, and will ask every creature I meet, "Can anybody tell me where the Sleep-stealer lives?" 我要在黄昏时，向静静的萧萧的竹林里窥望，在这林中，萤火虫闪闪地耗费它们的光明，只要遇见一个人，我便要问他：“谁能告诉我偷睡眠者住在什么地方?”
Who stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know. 谁从孩子的眼里把睡眠偷了去呢?我一定要知道。
Shouldn't I give her a good lesson if I could only catch her! 只要我能捉住她，怕不会给她一顿好教训!
I would raid her nest and see where she hoards all her stolen sleep. 我要闯入她的巢穴，看她把所有偷来的睡眠藏在什么地方。
I would plunder it all, and carry it home. 我要把它都夺来，带回家去。
I would bind her two wings securely, set her on the bank of the river, and then let her play at fishing with a reed among the rushes and water-lilies. 我要把她的双翼缚得紧紧的，把她放在河边，然后叫她拿一根芦苇在灯心草和睡莲间钓鱼为戏。
When the marketing is over in the evening, and the village children sit in their mothers' laps, then the night birds will mockingly din her ears with: 黄昏，街上已经收了市，村里的孩子们都坐在妈妈的膝上时，夜鸟便会讥笑地在她 耳边说：
"Whose sleep will you steal now?" “你现在还想偷谁的睡眠呢?”
