Spring is near

Gone are the cold of winter
Both stormy days.
The moon is behind, without stars,
Tim's dark nights.

Now the sun is shining more,
To the fields, to the gardens.
Hugs and showers,
To the hills, to the mountains.

Bezanishar fields,
Meadow meadows.
Spring is near, spring is near,
Spring is near, comrades.

My heart will grow like a mountain again,
When the beautiful spring comes.
I'm happy in droves
When picking flowers…

Zafar Diyar