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 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.

翻譯：

我在穿越田野的路上踽踽獨行，吝嗇鬼一樣的夕陽正把它最后的黃金收藏。

黑暗吞噬了愈陷愈深的日光，獨守的土地靜靜地躺在豐收之后的孤寂之上。

一個男孩尖厲的歌聲突然響徹云端。他穿越看不見的黑暗，留下他的余音在黃昏的靜謐中回響。

他那鄉(xiāng)村的家坐落在荒地盡頭、甘蔗田旁，香蕉樹和纖細的檳榔樹、椰子樹和墨綠的菠蘿蜜樹的陰影把它隱藏。

星光之下孤寂的路上，我駐足遠望，只見黑沉沉的大地在我面前綿延，千家萬戶環(huán)抱于她的臂膀，那里有搖籃和床，有母親的心和夜的燈光，還有年輕生命莫名的欣喜若狂。