英语翻译Shundagarh is a village on India's east-facing coast.It

英语翻译
Shundagarh is a village on India's east-facing coast.It is a village of simple mud and grass houses built on the beach just above the waterline.The Khadra Hills rise immediately behind the village,to a height of one hundred and fifty meters.A simple,good-hearted old man,whose name was Jalpur,farmed two small fields on the very edge of these hills.From his fields he could see the fishing boats that travelled up and down the coast.He could see the children playing on the sands;their mothers washing clothes on the flat stones where the Shiva River flowed into the sea;and their fathers landing the latest catch or repairing nets and telling stories that had no end.
All Jalpur owned in the world were the clothes he wore day in and day out,the miserable hut(小屋) that he slept in at night,a few tools and cooking pots—and his fields.The corn that he grew was all that made life possible.If the weather was kind and the harvest was good,Jalpur could live happily enough—not well,but happily.When the sun was fierce,and there was little or no rain,then he came close to the line between a life which was too hard,and death itself.
Last year the weather had been so kind,and the harvest promised to be so good,that Jalpur had been wondering whether he could sell all that he had and live with his son farther up the coast.He had been thinking about doing this for some years.It was his dearest wish to spend his last days with his son and his wife.But he would go only if he could give;he wo uld not go if it meant taking food out of the mouths of his grandchildren.He would rather die hungry than do this.
On the day when Jalpur decided that he would harvest his corn,sell it,and move up the coast,he looked out to sea and saw a huge wave,several kilometers out,advancing on the coast and on the village of Shundagarh.Within ten minutes everyone in Shundagarh would be drowned.Jalpur would have shouted,but the people were too far away to hear.He would have run down the hill,but he was too old to run.He was prepared to do anything to save the people of Shundagarh,so he did the only thing that he could do:he set fire to his corn.In a matter of seconds the flames were rising high and smoke was rising higher.Within a minute the people of Shundagarh were racing up the hill to see what had happened.There,in the middle of his blackened cornfield,they found Jalpur;and there they buried him.
On his grave,they wrote the words:Here lies Jalpur,a man who gave,living:a man who died,giving.

第一段 Shundagarh是在印度东海岸的一个村庄.这是一个仅仅由泥和草房建造的村庄,在沙滩海水线以上.Khadra山在村后面,高度一百五十米.一个简单的、善良的老人,名叫Jalpur,耕种了两块地在山丘的边缘.从他的地上可以看到渔船前往海岸.他可以看到孩子们在沙滩上玩,他们的母亲在湿婆河流入大海的扁平的石头上洗衣服;他们的父亲在卸载刚捕获的鱼,修理网和讲故事,如此循环往复.
第二段 Jalpur唯一拥有的是他天天穿的衣服,和他晚上住的可怜的小屋,一些工具和锅和他的田地.他种植的的玉米,使生活成为可能.如果天气很好,收成好,Jalpur可能很快乐的生活.当太阳非常热烈,有很少或根本没有下雨,然后他就会生活的很艰辛,接近死亡.