We rise in early morn
And plough this earth
That gives golden grain
Providing food for mankind
We watch the tender green plants grow for hours together
And yet feel that we could watch
For hours more
The sight makes us weary;
They are our sons and daughters
Those grains that will fill our granary
We do not seek
The pleasure of heaven;
We consider it
Enough to make us happy
To get our golden grains.
Farmers rise in the early morning and plough the earth which gives golden grain.
They watch the tender green plants grown for hours because the sight never makes them tired.
They don't seek 'The Pleasure of Heaven' because they become happy by getting their golden grains.