Chen-gong: King's Serfs

by Man Wong
(Overseer)

Hail you, King's serfs!
Heed you your task,
The King inspects,
Come to reckon.

(King)

Hail you, overseer!
Time of late spring,
Have you more wants?
How the new crops?

(Overseer)

Barley and wheat
Nearing sprouting,
Praise to high God
We reap good years

(King)

Tell my people:
Take spud and hoe —
Soon shall use scythes.
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Language: 
English
Author of original: 
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