The goats , my younger brother and I as a grazier

 Around us art the guavas' plants and I , sitting aside, am grazing the goats,

my younger brother is plucking the grass in the field,

I'm also having sunbath in the open wind,

when the goats run away, I am bothered to get them back,

they , sometimes, jump high to ring the bells tied around their necks,

they frequently bleat so loudly which are not any whistles,

there is a stream streaming speedily and the goats, pacing, trotting get together

to have their turn to lick the water from it abruptly.