La Cosecha

Early in the morning the rooster has crowed
The night has gone to ride the horses
The father, the son, and the dogs by their side
Time to set off to roam the field

The shift of the earth has ended
The fruits already ripe in their style
Hard work of farmers
Are works of art with olive flowers

The date was tough when this day arrived
The rains destroyed family crops
The sky got sick for several months
The flowers died without growing fervently

When the wind blows from the north
It brings with it leaves and illusions
When the full moon is out
The harvest grows more than usual

Despite the time it took for this effort
The help of ancestors was crucial
Forest spirits interfered
In improving the climate of this desert

Darkness covered the mountains and the spring
Over the lands of Paghania, they shall sow