Hard Worker

Awake at night

Drenched in rain

Plant crops

Fills our stomach

This is the giver of food who wakes up himself

Puts us to sleep

Is a box of hard work

Is a lover of trees and plants

Always does his duty

Debt is accompanied by bodice and hem

Spends his whole life in this

Still, the paint of some sinners does not fill

Give more suffering to an unhappy person

Ignore his words

And make a laughing stock.