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