Winter has come with joy,
Happiness in the sky and air.
It is full of freshness all around,
It is like a dreamland.

The dew drops on the grass,
It seems to be free.
The greenness is all around,
It feels like a bed of green.

The fields and fields are full of crops,
The farmer wears warm clothes.
Some people need to make a fire of straw and wood to endure the winter.

This is how they are passing the
winter.
The winter is slowly coming to an end.
This is how spring will come after winter,
After spring, the monsoon will come again.

This playful game of nature,
I like it very much.
One season is another season,
It just takes its back.

All the seasons are tied together by threads,
During Kalbaisakhi, everyone's mind becomes fearful. Perhaps this is the play of nature and the seasons,
And this is how our days pass.