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: 
 
http://uyghurensemble.co.uk/uy/?p=4319