In the morning you will find me.
In the morning you shall see me.
In the morning I work the field.
I till and I dung and I water.
For these seeds are precious.
From yashiya they came to be.
I will have mercy on my kings weeping heart.
I will return to him what was taken.
For I love my king and I have ears to here him weep.
It pains me and I cannot bear it.
In the morning I will work.
In the morning you shall find me.