See me there, In the fields of life,
Working hard, harvesting success,
with hard work and great toil,
with immense patience and lot of love
Rains have finally come,
Satiating the parched seeds that were sowed,
Little sprinkling have started to grow,
Turning the barren fields green with life.
I dont seek the fruits, all for myself,
It is for the lord that I toil here,
It is the lords field that I work upon,
Every success will be a flower that is kept at his feet.
Before the fragnance of the flower fades,
Another harvest of new flowers have to be ready,
Sharing the seeds that I sow, with others,
To increase the harvest for my lord.