The vital water, silting and moistening,
Compounds the good ground.
The fecund seed, broadcast on the earth
Clung in the good ground.
The theivish birds jibbed at the nets
Shielding the good ground.
Roots writhed down, toward the procreant water
Imbuing the good ground.
Toward the sun sprouts pullulate
Out from the good ground.
Master, garner the mellow fruit
From your good ground.
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