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