The barley grows and ripened, feeds

The hungry souls who toil and sweat

They gather to give thanks and praise

For wealth and peace, repay the debt

I make for them a bounty

To reward the pains of honest men

Ask only for their loyal faith

In planting seeds to sprout again

My sister joins the happy throng

To dance and sing with all who care

To lie with her in soft repose

Gold diadem in golden hair

Summer sounds of combine wheezing

On the top fields, by the lane

Which winds down rutted tracks to sleepy

Barns, the dryer for thе grain

Farmer eyes fixеd on the headlands

Dazzled by the dipping sun

Which lights the corners of her eyes

The farmer's wife, we lie as one