In plain words
“The sun seems gentle now; the days have grown short; the cold wind's bite grows keener; in the fields, by the dim moonlight of night, the farmers threshing the heaps lift up their voices, and their songs they have begun to sing; stringing strands of pearls for the hemp fields with their yellow flowers, on the ripe chillies letting fall a vermilion gleam, opening the faces of the marigolds a little, our homes filling with the wealth of grain, the lovely festival of Sankrānti has come; the lovely month of Puṣya has come.”
Embodiments of Prema! Students, girls and boys! Today's festival is no ordinary one. People have long called it the Uttarāyaṇa festival as well. This great festival is the day that bestows the highest qualities, brings every kind of wealth, furthers good deeds and gives joy. More than this, today is the sacred Mukkoṭi Ekādaśī: the sacred day on which, as the gods and the demons churned the Ocean of Milk together, they obtained amṛta.
Man today, because he fills his heart with worldly feelings, cannot bring forth the divinity that is in himself. Kaṃsa, Hiraṇyākṣa, Hiraṇyakaśipu, Duryodhana, Duśśāsana and the like were no ordinary men; they had immense strength, of body and of mind. But by fostering worldly feelings they became weak. Hiraṇyākṣa and Hiraṇyakaśipu were great scientists, men of great strength and ability.