A Farmer’s Homeland by Tu Niu

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A farmer’s homeland, is gathered in his palm of land

He never walks out of the crop line of sight, for his lifelong

Harvests of blossom in spring and fruit in autumn

A farmer’s sweat permeates into soil, unnoticed, so –

It never stops pouring, that his pieceof land

Is neither thirsty nor barren

A farmer’s power is small, so –

He plows, hoes, and shoulders his rice

That his homeland is full of vigor at all times

The loud sounds of chant

Echo in the sky, so rivers and mountains

Are immersed in excitement

That they can’t hold back their great joy

A farmer’s intention

Never stays overnight, so he works until dawn

To uproot weeds that prevent his aspiration

A farmer’s homeland is narrow, so –

He defends its territory: a village, and a few ridges

That he persists across generations, and

Keeps fostering his daughters and sons

How vast a farmer’s homeland!

The Map of Rooster, hung high on the wall, daily patrolling

Records a farmer’s footprints on his homeland

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