The Happy Farmer

I've a hundred mulberry trees And thirty 'mow' of grain, With sufficient food and clothes, And friends my wine to drain. The fragrant grain of 'Ku-mi' seed Provides our Summer fare; Our Autumn brew of aster wine Is rich beyond compare. My goodwife comes with smiling face To welcome all our guests; My children run with willing feet To carry my behests. When work is done and evening come, We saunter to the park, And there, 'neath elm and willow trees We're blithe as soaring lark. With wine and song the hours fly by Till each in cloudland roams, And then, content with all the world, We wander to our homes. Through lattice-window steals a breeze, As on my couch I lie, While overhead the 'Silver Stream' Flows through a splendid sky. And as I gaze it comes to mind— A dozen jars at least Of the aster-scented wine remain To grace to-morrow's feast.