A long yearly bend
Working all days
To the world's end.
But here is a day
A day for me
To straighten up.
May Day! Labour Day!
whichever
Just a day like Sunday
Or is it Saturday-
A day of worship?
Look at the fields
We toil like grazing sheep
And our Lords overlooking
With kingly smiles.
May Day-
I honour you
For yearly rest
You offer me
In j-u-s-t
A day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem