The Crescent Moon
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 coconut 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.
我獨自走在穿越田地的小路上，夕陽像一個吝嗇鬼，正藏起它最後的一點兒金子。
白晝漸漸地沒入深深的黑暗之中，那收割後的田野，孤寂、沉默地躺在那裏。
突然，一個男孩尖銳的歌聲劃破了天空，他穿越看不見的黑暗，留下他的歌聲回**在靜謐的黃昏裏。
他的家就在荒地邊緣的村落裏，穿過甘蔗園，隱匿在香蕉樹和瘦長的檳榔樹，以及椰子樹和深綠色的榴蓮的陰影裏。
星光下，我獨自行走著，途中停留了片刻，看著幽暗的大地在我的麵前展開，正用她的雙臂擁抱著無數的家庭，那裏有搖籃和床鋪，有母親們的心和夜晚的燈光，還有年輕的生命，自然而歡樂，卻全然不知這歡樂對於世界的價值。
On The Seashore
On the seashore of endless world children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless world the children meet with shouts and dances.