Aziz Isa Elkun
The bird’s song starts at dawn
They sing in the blossom garden
I am an explorer, alone with my loneliness
Oh my homeland ,my soul hurts missing you
A sensation is growing in me on the first day of Nowruz
I wonder if what I used to call Spring is coming?
The nightingale has come today to be my soulmate
Is my love growing like ears of wheat?