A sower sows the seed,

It falls upon the path,

The birds come out and eat with greed

And nothing’s left but earth.

How sad to see this word

Removed by Evil One,

It is not listened to, nor heard,

But grabbed before begun.

A sower sows the seed,

It spills on rocky ground,

It sprouts and then is scorched indeed

Because no root is found.

The word, at once, received 

With joy, but then comes pain,

Soon given up what was believed,

And withers back again.

A sower sows the seed,

Amongst the thorns it ends,

The thistles grow and choke like weed,

And throttle all the stems.

The word is heard at first,

But worldly cares and wealth,

Entangle any growth-like burst

And hinder any health.

A sower sows the seed,

In fertile soil it drops,

It germinates, develops sheaves,

Engenders plenteous crops.

The word embedded, bold,

Is rooted, raised and told,

The fruit is borne, throughout the world,

A harvest manifold.