Poem by : Dr. Nirod Gohain
Translated by : Nabin Kaman
In the upstream night
The river dies in turmoil
I do pass over
the screw pine fragrant night
The fishes go upstream
With the rhythms of DHOOL
The misty forest remains
in the darkness.
The river oscillates and rises
Waist to the chest
Chest to the neck
The fishes engage in courtship
in fresh water
Now,
the cropping days are not far away.