There should be a river here somewhere
In the valley of the never ending festivities,

The birds are comming back,
The fox-tailed orchids are blooming
In the  forking out branches of Ajhar,

Down the ***** of the proud hillocks
Along the banks of the Brahmaputra.

By this moment, you should have been greeted with
The mesmerizing tune of a trumpet of Buffalo horn;

But this time, you will not be allowed to enjoy even
The scenic beauty of an opportunist egret
Sitting on the back of an one-horned rhinoceros.

Yes,  it is the most untimely arrival of yours;
Here in Kaziranga,
Now, the spring is unwelcome.