Peasant tilled the earth and sown
The seed and sprinkled the water
Sprouted eyes-ease and breathed
The earth was laughing wearing gown
Shouted I, O Men! Thy art peasant
And Women, A holy earth
Combine these two
We enjoy the heavenly mirth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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It was a great pleasure to read your poem 'Heavenly Mirth'. When a peasant takes care of the earth, ploughs, sows seeds, and waters, soon the eye pleasing new life sprouts. The entire process is a heavenly mirth. Well said.