Drops of heaven's sweats
Kiss mother earth
Percolating its layers
To revive buried seeds
Tender plants sprout
Their new leaves dance
To the whispering of winds
And the acts of sun rays
Flowers bud,
Fruits are conceived,
Husbandman hopes
For a bumper harvest
Suddenly, the drops ceased
Rivers recede down into their courses
Leaves on trees are fallen
For mature fruits to succeed
Now the husbandman rejoices
The sickles are sharpened
To winnow the seeds from the chaff
For transfer to the barns
Hurray! its harvest time
For those who labored
And for the indolent
Its time to bemoan
When you sow at right time
Your season of abundance cometh
If you fold your hands always
You reap nothing in returns
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I would like to translate this poem
To revive buried seeds emotion kisses mother Earth and harvest time is special for farmer. Hurray! its harvest time. Sowing at right time means reaping at right time. Very interesting and wise poem is shared definitely.10