During the time of harvest,
Every farmers hearts dance with joy.
Each drop of their sweat, is converted into sweet fruit.
As the rain showers its drops like pearls.
As the earth soaks these drops and reaps pearl like crops.
The plough, which was left in the corner, all this while, moves forward.
As the hunger has been quenched, the doors of prosperity open.
The sun doesn't burn and shines pleasantly,
It slowly soaks the body of the fresh sprouts.
The excited crops ready for harvest sway in joy in its light.
As the grains fill the house the farmers sing and dance in joy.