In plain words
The sun seems gentle now; the days have grown short; the cold wind sharpens its bite; in the fields, by the dim moonlight of night, the farmers at the threshing heaps lift their voices and begin to sing their songs; yellow flowers have strung garlands of pearls on the hemp fields; the ripe chillies have taken on a vermilion gleam; the marigolds have opened their faces wide; filling our homes with the wealth of grain, in the lovely month of Puṣya the festival of Sankrānti has come in all its splendour.
Pushing every slander far away, fostering feelings of Prema, holding the good sense that all is one: through such people the earth becomes heaven.
Embodiments of Prema! For the past four days Prasanthi Nilayam has appeared as a world of its own. The boys and girls of the Prasanthi Nilayam campus, the Anantapur campus, the Brindavan campus, the Primary School and the Higher Secondary School have worked hard, with the utmost śraddhā and Bhakti, to make this sports meet a success.