In fragrance, in flowers, the welcome spring has come

In fragrance, in flowers, the desired spring has come,
She brought a hundred thousand joys of the living universe.

At such a time it is not difficult for an old man to become a youth, -
And again the old world is young, where did the gray hair go!

He built an army of the firmament, where the leader is the spring breeze,
Where the clouds are equal to the horsemen, and it seems that the war has begun.

Here lightning Greek fire, here warrior - drummer-thunder
Tell me, what army was, like this horde, strong?

See the cloud of tears pouring down So a man cries in grief.
Thunder is like a lover whose sorrowful soul is sick.

Sometimes the sun from behind the clouds will show us its face,
Or do we see the head of a soldier above the fortress wall?

For a long, long time the earth was plunged into sorrow
Jasmine brought her medicine: she is now healed.

It was pouring, it was pouring, it was raining, it smelled like musk,
And at night a veil of snow lay on the reeds.

Freed from the snow, the strengthened world bloomed again,
And again in the dry streams the water is rustling, always free.

Lightning flashed between the clouds like a dazzling blade,
And the first thunder rolled, and the steppe was shaken by the thunder.

Tulips, blooming merrily, laugh in the meadow grasses,
They look like brides whose fingers have been painted with henna.

On a willow branch the nightingale sings about happiness, about love,
A starling sings on a poplar from early dawn until dark.

An ancient tale coos a dove on a young cypress,
The nightingale's song about the rose is so delightfully sonorous.

Live merrily now and drink glorious wine,
The time has come for lovers, they are destined for the joy of meeting.

A starling in the arable land, and in the garden a nightingale groans in love,
Drink wine to the sound of a lute - pour wine for us!

The gray-haired sage is more pleasant to us than a young nobleman who is cruel,
Although the pores of spring novelty look good.

Your rise and fall are coupled, in your fall is seen the rise,
Look, the human race was confused, the country was confused.

Among the beautiful, young, you spent blissfully your days,
I found what I wanted in spring - it was given to us for joy.

Rudaki