In the slant of the sun on the country-side,
Twilight shines bright on the on-coming tide.
Along the meadow or on the vast plain
Cattle and sheep trail home all over the lane .
The farmers , with hoes on their shoulders,
They sit down to rest on some boulders .
" Night is approaching ! Night is approaching ! "
Sings a sea gull before departing .
" We must reach home ere the dusk is here .
For my family's waiting ; I must be there ! "
My babies are hungry, I cannot stay.
Tarry us not with your evening songs , I pray."
Along the path , some prowlers plod along
While walking they sing a strange , old song.
Soon a slip of the moon hangs over the plain .
The autumn wind is blowing the ripening grain.
One by one , in the sky , the stars appears .
And nightingales' songs you can hear .