The Spring Bird

Aziz Isa Ëlkun

Adding to my early morning mood
A bird sings to the spring
Pink-white apricot blossom
My heart misses my lover

Timid birds on the white blossom
Sing a joyful song of life
Bright sun reflected on each petal
A teasing breeze greets the spring

White blossom like a bride in her dress
If I were a spring bird, sitting on your branch
I would dissolve into your petals with no regret
And serenade you dawn and dusk

Sing, bird of freedom, never stop your song
The time has come to summon the spring
Banish dark winter from our garden
It is the season to sing to your lover

These sweet feelings warm my soul
They link me to mother nature
Every spring I sprout like a sapling
My poems will grow like trees

16 March 2015, London

Read the original version of this poem in Uyghur:


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