Praise to the Fields

 



 
     My fields, my wave-like, foaming fields!
     With autumn spinach, brown as if of bricks,
     And lettuce, clover, heather and daisy.
     How much the eyes can hear and ears can see!

     I walk along the side of the river.
     The wildflowers shine like sapphire
     Leaning beneath the wheats golden frame,
     I hear, as in the river splashes elm,

     This splash like music gives its gentle sound.
     And the blue storm of sea? A burst of sun?
     And clouds within the sky, all white like sheep?
     The life with its simplicity is deep.

     While I am able still to touch your breath,
     May it become and stay forever blessed!
     And may the ground become the earth in bliss -
     The fields, the fields, the life-begetting fields!
 
 
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