They clear away the grass and the bushes ；
And the ground is laid open by their ploughs .
In thousands of pairs they remove the roots ，
Some in the low wet lands ， some along the dykes .
There are the master and his eldest son ；
His younger sons ， and all their children ；
Their strong helpers ， and their hired servants .
How the noise of their eating the viands brought to them resounds ！
[The husbands] think lovingly of their wives ；
[The wives] keep close to their husbands .
[Then] with their sharp plough-shares ，
They set to work on the south-lying acres .
They sow their different kinds of grain ，
Each seed containing in it a germ of life .
In unbroken lines rises the blade ，
And well-nourished the stalks grow long .
Luxuriant looks the young grain ，
And the weeders go among it in multitudes .
Then come the reapers in crowds ，
And the grain is piled up the fields ，
Myriads ， and hundreds of thousands ， and millions [of stacks] ；
For spirits and for sweet spirits ，
To offer to our ancestors ， male and female ，
And to provide for all ceremonies .
Fragrant is their aroma ，
Enhancing the glory of the State .
Like pepper is their smell ，
To give comfort to the aged .
It is not here only that there is this [abundance] ；
It is not now only that there is such a time ： ——
From of old it has been thus .