Spring has come

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Spring has come, flower spring
The white snow has melted.
The bird flew,
Trees presented necklace.

 

The waters gushed forth,
The star flickered,
Ants spread,
The nightingales are singing.

Now the first pure navbahor,
Because we have flowers.
Red tulips in the garden
Pick up guys.

Lambs in the mountains,
The temple stretches to the fire.
Girls wearing turbans
It tracks the dents.

The sun shone,
The rose blossomed.
Let's go, gardens
Comrades are waiting for us.

Shukur Sa'dulla (1912-1972)

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