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?
Aziz Isa Elkun
Translated from Uyghur by Abdusami Sadir
The shadow of the full moon over Ayvalik1
Is drifting on the Marmara Sea tonight.
It is dancing with the lively fish,
Singing praises of love!
On the opposite shore
I am subject to solitude.
With yesterday’s thoughts and feelings
Only adding to my sorrow and confusion.
