In the Winter
Kochbihar, West Bengal
A message came on the bird's beak,Winter has arrived, so cold and sleek,Cold wind is blowing through the house,We need warm clothes to keep us from the freeze.The wind is blowing, the wind is blowing,The field is filled with vegetables, growing,At the end of the day, returning home,The quay is full, people roam.Games are happening, fairs are set,There’s a pot of date jaggery, a sweet bet,Everyone is having sweets and rice pudding,At everyone’s home, there’s joy and good living.Everyone is dancing,The big day is advancing,No one is small, no one is big,No one is inferior, we all dance in a jig.