Unfailing harvests, learned men and honest traders Constitute a country. A land is known for its great wealth Of abundant produce that never declines. An ideal land bears all burdens that befall And yet pays all taxes to the king. That is a land which is free of much hunger, Incessant plagues and ravaging enemies. That is a land free from factions, Ruinous traitors and terrorists harassing kings. Call that a leading land that knows no evil days, And whose yields don't cease even if they come. A land's limbs are waters from rains, Springs and well placed hills, and strong fortress. A country's jewels are these five: Unfailing health, Fertility, joy, security and wealth. Call that a land which yields without toil. That is no land where toil precedes yield. Even if endowed with all blessings, a country is no worth If not blessed with a ruler.