The Rainy Day
雨天
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the
black fringe of the forest.
O child,do not go out!
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.
Our cow is lowing loud,tied at the
fence.
O child,wait here tillI bring her into
the stall.
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
arrow lanes like a laughing boy who
has run away from his mother to tease
her.
Listen,someone is shouting for the
boatman at the ford.
O child,the daylight is dim,and the
crossing at the ferry is closed.
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.
The evening lamps must be made ready.
O child,do not go out!
The road to the market is desolate,the
lane to the river is sippery . The wind
is roaring and sruggling among the
bamboo branches like a wild beast
tangled in a net.