An Awakening Trumpet Poem by Mohsen Zohrab Beigi

All the while with the blessing of eternal Guts,
Spring's showers bring delights,
And the depth and breathe call maudlin,
As the terms of beating blossoms are chanting with dancing.

Gut's sweet harp is heard everywhere,
Streams flow like jewels,
Fair lights spread over the pasture,

Oh, resplendent in wishes,
As the rejoiced entity is greeting the glee of nature.

Gaze sturdy spruces to catch the ceaseless skies,
Feel influx ponder in every inch of highs,
Then acknowledge the truth that never tells lies,
As crows are croaking the sunrise.