The left branch dons a fresh attire,
Nature\'s melody reborn with choir,
As rustling leaves sing in the breeze,
The wind\'s symphony now richer, with ease.
Bordoichila\'s might, sets spirits free,
As minds take flight with youthful glee,
Spring breaks inertia\'s stubborn prank,
Shaking Cho\'t and awakening Bohag with vibrant frank.
The spirit of youth comes alive,
With Bihu\'s arrival, passion thrives,
The black cuckoo\'s honeyed song,
Foxtail orchids bloom, as we dance along.
Bohag greets artistes and artisans in tow,
Their works ready to flaunt and show,
Craftswomen weave Bihuwan,
Nature\'s youthful dawn, vivid scenery drawn.
Days of Bohag, a sight to behold,
With fragrant flowers, tales untold,
Dhuliya\'s beats of Dhol resound,
Pepa, Gogona, Baahi,Bin,Nagada, Xutuli, Toka, Taal and Khol found.
Nasonis hold Xoru Doiya Japi and wear,
Muga-Riha, Negheri chignon with flair.
Youthful fervor, yeah the Bihuwa-Bihuwatis are genuinely cultural preserver.
They bring harmony together
They are real griders in making cultural pillars.
Oh, how the heart swells with pride,
As we celebrate this vibrant tide,
Bihu, the festival of life,
Brings together all in rhyming delight.