Burmese Days 缅甸岁月 Chapter 21

O western wind, when wilt ¹ thou blow, that the small rain down can rain? It was the first of June, the day of the general meeting, and there had not been a drop of rain yet. As Flory came up the Club path the sun of afternoon, slanting ² beneath his hat-brim, was still savage ³ enough to scorch ⁴ his neck uncomfortably. The mali staggered along the path, his breast-muscles slippery with sweat, carrying two kerosene-tins of water on a yoke ⁵. He dumped them down, slopping a little water over his lank ⁶ brown feet, and salaamed ⁷ to Flory., ,'Well, mali, is the rain coming?', ,The man gestured vaguely ⁸ towards the west. 'The hills have captured it, sahib.', , ,'Hullo, Flory! You've got thin as a rake.', ,'So've you.', ,Several sleepless nights made him wilt.数个不眠之夜使他憔悴。,The rain is driving [slanting] in from the south. 南边潲雨 。