Fields are turned barren,
There is no grass, no crops,
Empty eyes see towards,
Desolate sky and barren,
Fields,
Hopes  turned in rain.

A man gazing,
Sky full of stars,
The day's scars,
Painful, soothing.
Another workman
Saw him passing,
And struck his head,
Uttering,
"This fellow commits a sin
By not working and just
Resting."
And punished
For the future of
Capitalists.

dance in the advent party of the spring,
move head with tossing flowers,
in the sky, as birds fly, marry making,
spread arms and fly on earth, in waves,

the sweet songs of the spring band,
dance and mix  in the tree groves,
holding and enfolding twinges with hand,
sing group songs in unison with friends,

get fresh in  the fragrance of flowers,
mixing the falling water of the springs
drink as much as the nectar of flowers,
dance in the advent party of the spring

rejuvenation will be the benediction of the party,
the efficiency of the business will be increased,

work day and night,
full mussel and might,
no rest it makes waste,
those are poor who rest,
work day and night.

if you work, nation,
will progress towards,
sky, and wealth will be,
high, become busy bee.

the flowers and the colors,
the emotions and child, wives,
what fascinates you, hinder you,
make  poor and timid you.

work hard and hardest,
advice of a greedy capitalist,
there is no gap between ,
leaders, preachers are twin

lily plants
filled with red flowers
eternal love

nature in white gown,
on cold waves dancing fat cats-
farce of poverty.

you were,
and I was,
and the darkness,
as blanket wrapping,
us in its depth,
the brightness,
of you heart,
and brightness,
of my heart,
the stars who were,
peeping in you and me,
the innocence,
the love,
the fear,
and separation,
your heart,
and my heart,
dancing upon the waves,
the tears,
the emotions,
you were,
going deep,
through my eyes,,
in me,
and I was going deep
in you,
through your eyes,
the angel and fairies of,
love inspiring,
to you and me,
souls from the bodies,
came out to meet,
were it you or me,
or love.