Incarnation of love in a grain of rice
Incarnation of rainbows in the falling rain
Incarnation of the Goddess of the Grain in the benign ground
The paddy fields glow in the golden light
The seedlings frolic to and from in the jolly wind
They conjure melodies in the heart
And the fields of gold joyously spring to life
With the aroma of radiant young rice
And the smell of sweat wafting to the nose
The perfume of the glorious hope for husbandry
And the scent of those elements yielding sustenance
Hands high above my head, I salute
The reigning Goddess of Rice
With my deepest heart-felt gratitude
I implore her to bless our crop.