Nowruz

The grass has grown, the garden’s bright— Nowruz has come, a feast of light. The demon’s tangled, winter hair has vanished, melted in the air. Yes, spring returns with scented breeze, no more the moan of bitter freeze. Joy has arrived at every door— love walks with us, alone no more. Saqi, pour wine and lift this day, chase all our noisy cares away. You, so full of longing’s flame, bring tidings on the morning’s name. You who walk the path of grace, stand witness in the seeker’s place. You are balm for hearts that ache, a friend for all who bend and break. Let musk-sweet winds rise from the east— Beloved, show your face at feast. Our souls are drunk with song and cheer— may Nowruz bless your every year.