As I opened the pages of my cherished book, I heard my poetry shouting 'Look' Today never shall I go to the stars to dream Nor shall I become rays of a moon's beam Lest shall I become a maiden's charm Oh Poet ! Take me to the fields of a rainy farm Let me join the farmer girls singing in ecstasy while they are planting.
When the farmer looks at his field in anticipation Let me be part of his silent celebration Let me play with his kids in the hay filled meadows chase butterflies and like them ask for the rainbow Let me describe the crops seen in rows and become the taste of ripe cooked mangoes Oh bard! Let me become a fire fly and roam in bamboo farm soaring high.
After a long day's tired work When a farmer eats worn out bread in murk Let me become sacred water in his glass and give him satisfaction of the highest class May I become the divine sweat of the farmer and give him crops he never dreamt When the farmer's heart is happy in glory Let me sing with him the song of his story
