In plain words
The sun seems gentle now, and the days grow 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 string garlands of pearls on the hemp fields; the chillies, ripened, take on a vermilion glow; the marigolds open their faces a little; filling our homes with the wealth of grain, in the lovely month of Puṣya the festival of Sankrānti has come in all its splendour.
Embodiments of Prema! Of all festivals, Sankrānti is the most important. It fills the stomachs of the farmers, gives food to the poor, and brings cheer and zest to everyone. At this festival many crops come home. The sugarcane harvest brings its sweetness. Today everyone makes pāyasam or paramānnam or sweet cakes, and eats them. For householders too this festival brings great splendour.
“This is the greatest festival of all, and so, will you not go to your in-laws’ house, young bridegroom! There you will have more comfort: your sweet young sister-in-law will chat with you, your elder sister-in-law will tease you at every turn, the whole village will show you honour, and your father-in-law himself will wait upon your every step; go, and come back, to your in-laws’ house”: