Motherland Poem by Abduweli Eisa

My mother looks like motherland so,
Her face under a mountain that covered by white flowers.
From her strong footprints,
From the moment she makes Nan on Tonur,
From the smelling of garlic she put on Nan,
From the dumplings she makes in spring,
I can smell the meaning of motherland.

Swept yard and opened flowers in the morning,
Take the sunlight that golden color into yards.
On these drops of water on yard ground
The letter motherland fly up the sky
Side of a small stream that flees in front of our home
Our neighbors talk about the season of harvest.

In the songs that hugged by sparrows on the tree,
Silence of mountains
Making fruits as like the love of motherland.
When I up to the top of our barn,
I see the garden on my mother's Etles dress.
The birds fly from her flowers
Bit her food steps and far away
I feel a deeply loving from their songs.

I meet with motherland at the first on my mothers wrinkles,
From that motherland looks like mountains, rivers, deserts and trees,
When I was I child, I saw the motherland from the gardens where I steel,
Motherland really looks like my mother,
I can find my mother's arms in this land,
When I cry she hugs me by her heart,
When I laugh she gets strength from it,
When I fall dawn, she will make me stand by her love.

In those feelings I felt in youth hood,
I smelt motherland and her gardens.
She can sing in the food and water she feeds me,
Sky stars take shower and comb hair on her face,
Every season learns beauty from her,
Where was the song of motherland
On my desk when I was in elementary.
I saw her beauties from the blackboard

After burnt all my poems,
I sit in my heart and sing the song of mother,
Ants kiss my feet and make me comfortable,
Grassland tells me the song of life.
Gardens on her body hide in my poems
I wash in her rivers on her face.

Twelfth October,2015
Wapayi, Lanzhou Yuzhong