English Rendering
My official photosynthesis steals state-light,
Yet grows thousand-mile cares for human plight.
Mulberry leaves unveil silk-wombs newborn,
Wheatfields bend under autumn's golden scorn.
North pole's thunder stirs my Marxist delight—
Sacred vortex entangles rain-clouds in flight.
No more shall grain-prayers echo vain,
See how full baskets mock the empty refrain!
