For Noruz
I write this for day that
I love and grew with…
For ages, sixty and
Almost for seventy…
No clothes as new
No red fish, no "Haft Sin"
No sweet or plan
No start of the day,
"Did, baz did."
While asleep she was there
So was I; I hugged her…
What after?
Was dream; it is dead!
In morning
Heard them say: "Happy Spring."
Tears rolled down my cheeks:
"It's Noruz! ! ! "
They don't know
I live in foreign land
To my love and culture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happy spring morning transfers love and culture in this interesting poem really. Wisely penned.10
Thank you dear and the same to all of the people who love peace and humanity.