The full text of Two Poems for Farmers is:
(1) If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
(2) When weeding is at noon, sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
This poem has been translated into:
(1) Sow a seed in spring and you can reap a lot of food in autumn. There is not a piece of land that is not cultivated, but farmers still starve to death.
(2) Farmers hoe crops in the midday sun, and sweat drips from them on the land where seedlings grow. Who knows that every meal on the plate is bought by farmers with hard work?