I Am An Indian Farmer

I am a poor Indian farmer,

My heart is always in the soil

It's the right place where I find my support and comfort,

Among the messy moils.

I sow the seed

according to seasons every year,

Rabi, Kharif and Zaid crops,

I pray that God would bless it.

A harvest, Lord, I invoke.

I plough and farm it,

Render the most adoring care,

Trust that came the period of ingathering the crops,

I'll reap a harvest fair.

Blue skies are my sacred shrine,

A tractor, my altar of prayer,

God converges with me in the crop fields,

We have concord there.

I am a farmer -

That's all and I'll ever be.

The worth that the land has taught me,

I made over to my children.

My children love me so much as farmer father

They're indebted that I'm theirs....

They pray that God would bless me,

Today and for all time.