Spring in Assam has a soul. It tries to unite two hearts separated by social stratification and laws.
You would ask me why I am so happy
It’s the lovely little foxtail blooming on the mango tree.
I still remember when I fixed it with a paste of dung
And now it’s a princess, so pretty and so young,
Dazzlingly adorned for those winged charming suitors.
What a splendid sight it is to behold
She embraces a prince with a chest of gold,
She blushes, and wriggles, Oh! She’s dancing
Lighting my youth, It’s blazing and beaming.
Where are you whose lotus eyes I long to see?
Entire creation is singing our love
Hear the cuckoo? It’s practising our wedding songs
Our altar will be set amidst the fragrant mango grove
Else, why has the long stabbing on my heart,
The long mocking of winter on my tattered skirt
Disappeared? And the clouds have sounded the merry drum?
Nature is so honest; it understands my heart
And man! Man has placed you a throne of rubies
And me on a ballad of never-ending agonies.