挑着一担月亮回家（英译）

Homeward bound with the moons on the shoulders

By 杨拓夫
Translation by Tuxian

The drought was long; the stream was low, and farther away;
From the river bed the water fetched, the trip home was hard to make;

The pond in front, its parched mouth opened wide,
Every last drop of water swallowed;
Many a wondrous sights from the hamlet hidden;

Dad, time and again, the water in the pails fetched;
The moon's reflection on his shoulders,
On the voiceless village shone;
Into the dark kitchen gleamed;

Brother and I, the snowy moons in the buckets’eyes,
Our thirst quenched;
The sacred drops surged thence in our bosoms,
The countless moons galloped in our veins.