Fallow Soil

Fallow Soil

I’ve usually found that good sense
goes hand in hand with hard work.
The faithful lackey is his own defense.
High or low, he won’t shirk.

Entrust him with your treasure,
and reckon with his toil.
His value is the measure
of his fine and fallow soil.

The locusts won’t devour
the labor of his hand,
and in his finest hour
there’s triumph in the land.

A man who keeps his head
when other men are lost
can slumber on his bed
and never count the cost.