Withered the seeds
The farmers' mind blossoms
Days of expectation
From the narrow path way
Unto the horizon
Sees green sprouting
Day and Night pass by
Being the oil of the lamp
He waits
Unto to the sky
Dark clouds roll in
Hiding the light of hope
Floods the paddy
Submerging his toil
Shattering his dreams
Silence of destruction
In low his mind falls
Tears rolled out
Spirit of confidence strikes
Waits to wither again
No pain, no grief
He toils again
Rays of hope
Time for success
Fruits of toil reaped
