Before Taken Over

Peasants and poets Both are quiet Busy in their struggle With lots of troubles Rain god may shower But yield may be fewer Poets may write But nothing more to fight Both are important In age present Fortune does not favor But they have full honor One is father of universe Another is master of verse Both have unique goal For responding to a call Peasant toil hard in field Poet has sway and ground nicely held Both permanent and present Well contended, active and alert Just give best wishes As they convert goods from ashes Both need care and warmth Before taken over by the death