Song of Rye Reapers

 Oh, our master-vine sowed rye
 and became glad.
 He walks among fields
 and calls all his reapers.

 Go reapers home.
 You spent a lot of time in the fields.
 You moved hither and thither
 and reaped thick rye.

 Thick rye was cut
 and put in heaps.

 -Oh, it is joyful, our master,
 it it is joyful to carry rye wreath,

 And the gladness will be more perfect
 when we put the wreath on the table.

 The rye was swinging in the fields.
 Now it will be lying still on the table.

 Ukrainian folk song

 Translator and Photographer Sheikh Igor ibn Abi Sufyan-Marinovsky

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