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?
Aziz Isa Elkun
From the morning when the spring bird sings,
From the garden full of spring scent,
From the gust of wind which kisses my chin and flees
I ask if my spring has arrived
Elkun is thinking of the distant past
Desiring every long awaited spring
Wishing for the early return of dark winter,
I ask if my spring has arrived
Aziz Isa Elkun
If one of London´s Uyghurs happens to be looking through London´s A to Z street map and stumbles upon the entry: Kashgar Road, it is with a shock of recognition. For London´s Uyghurs, used to the daily routine of explaining to the British who the Uyghurs are and where they come from, it is extraordinary to find that one of their major cities has lent its name to a London street. How did this come about?
