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; the yellow flowers string garlands of pearls on the hemp fields; the ripe chillies take on a vermilion glow; the marigolds open their faces a little; filling our homes with the wealth of grain, the lovely month of Puṣya has come; the lovely festival of Sankrānti has come.”
Of all festivals, Sankrānti is the most important. Truly, for the people of Bhārata every day is a holy day! But those who do not know this have gone on setting festivals apart. Today everyone worships the cows. The man with the decorated bull adorns his bull in many ways, dresses it in cloths, and leads it round through the streets. He comes specially adorned himself as well. His coming fills the little children with great excitement.
“Little brother! Come, there is the man with the decorated bull, with his silver badge, his waist-cord and his armlet, the sacred marks on his face, the bull beside him, the goad in his hand, calling out his name, he has set it dancing in the middle of the village street; come! He gives Sītamma to the shining Śrī Rāma in marriage; let us go and watch the fun, give our gifts and come back; come along!”