In the aroma of rice in autumn,
I remember the harvest festival day,
when we dedicate the harvest offerings to You.

The sky is full of countless stars.
The air is gentle and light and sweet.
The river is flowing in all directions.

With the offerings of harvest we remember You.

In space and water and land
everything is glistening today.
On every face, a smile of sweetness.
On every head, a crown of joy.

With the offerings of harvest we remember You.