When the summer is gone away

At dawn, the farmers grasp the ploughs, And stroll towards the fields along with bullocks, The bullocks jump up towards the fields after a long rest When the summer is gone away. The sun peeps it's head through the dark clouds, And it supplies warmth to the farmers, Who are firmly to work in the fields, When the summer is gone away. The farmer's wives walk towards the fields, whose heads carry two small mud pots, Which fill with fermented rice,raw chilli and onion, When the summer is gone away. Big bellied landlord plods like a snail, Who holds a black umbrella in his hand, To see the tilling land for the season, When the summer is gone away. The farmer's wives keep the pots on the muddy bank , And levelling the clay soil by a piece of wood, Their husbands wash hands in the channel to eat grub, When the summer is gone away.