Farmer - Our Life Giver.

Earth my provider, my life-giver,

I am a farmer, the giver of the people,

of the earth,

Hard work is my fate,

Rago is our heritage,

For years, rise in sweaty spring,

No matter the weather makes

barren land fertile,

Scorching summer sun,

sweats from forehead to toe,

Winter gets cold, people sleep 

in quilt at home, 

All night with stray animals 

keeps our crop and keep giving water,

Rain of happiness and sorrow 

we burst,

My family has also suffered 

from hunger and thirst,

Nevertheless, there is always 

a hope in the mind,

We keep celebrating God,

only by working hard,

Disease also bow down in front 

of sinners stomach,

Still working to nourish the sufferings,

Trouble, interest, politics had

increased our difficulties,

Most pleasing request, get the farmer 

their right on the earth,

Otherwise all the rotis,

Without the farmer will become 

absolete....