Under the stretch, which is like a giant blue umbrella
In the warm air that glides down and seep into muddy lands, with a life of fragrant
A compliment to my homeland is a droplets of dewy souls
Praising Oryza sativa, which has grown since the time seeds sprouted in this land
If you ask me, why did I die in this admiration?
Undoubtedly I will answer, isn't that sweet green, which will produce sweet grains?
And don't you realize how my love is simple, but it has sucked soul of mine?
