Manoucher Avaznia

Spread the news all over the steppes

That I am hearing spring's steps.

The bitter winter's now fading away

Pleasant spring's putting in steps. 

Flowers awake to its greetings

Anywhere it puts blessed steps.

Birds will be singing to its welcoming

From beaks drop verses to steps.

All blue oceans will lose restraint

Rush to welcoming on head and steps.

On all poets' pens will be new verse

As they regonize pens fron steps.

Spring Breeze; go to my hometown

Bring me some dust from those steppes.

Or, take these verses as my only gift

Pour in abundance on the doorsteps.

Tell them that Chehree will keep you in mind

Until in grave he puts his steps