Your sweat will never go in vain,
I know you are the great peasant of this earth,
Every drop of your perspiration is very important
To fertilize even the barren land.
See the vast soil,
It is definitely the best in your precious hand,
It smiles at you wholeheartedly
When you turn up it with your dear plough before sowing,
As if the earth waits long for that purpose,
Both you and the soil are known to each other to the same extent,
Indeed you are made for each other,
Which is the real glory and beauty of a seasoned farmer and his beloved clay,
At night when you sleep,
You dream the beautiful crops greet you warmly with all their love and passion.
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