Over the green and yellow rice-fields br sweep the shadows of the autumn br clouds followed by the swift-chasing br sun. br The bees forget to sip their honey; br drunken with light they foolishly hover br and hum. br The ducks in the islands of the river br clamour in joy for mere nothing. br Let none go back home, brothers, br this morning, let none go to work. br Let us take the blue sky by storm br and plunder space as we run. br Laughter floats in the air like foam br on the flood. br Brothers, let us squander our br morning in futile songs.