We Are Planting Paddies Tomorrow

Hey!We are planting paddies tomorrow... If you come and join the women, hahaha! It shall be oh! Awsom. I will love looking at you all the time--How you--a modest city woman Shall look in the wet watery fields as a countrywoman; And how your feathery garbs are blown beautiful, By the momentarily naughty blows of breeze. I will call the elderly cook of our village, yes! And he shall prepare all the dishes of your choice, And my servants shall serve you with utter care, On the green grassy lawn In the willows clump. And then in the afternoon at tea-time, I will sing on santoor a sad song(song of seperation), And adieu you with...!