A poem for Marziyya

(Translation by Masror Hausen)

Our flower-like children

When sleeping early morning

It looks as if fairies descending from clouds

Are resting on silken bed-sheets

Bright and flowery, adorned by Turkmen

Like angels have come down from heavens

In proper order

Rolling rosaries in their strong hands

Praising the Lords

And sitting in bedroom windows

Guard them

Our flower-like children

When sleeping early morning

It looks as if subservient time

Head lowered, hands clasped, dawdling

Waiting by the bedside for them to wake up

So that colours splash, morning light shows up

Flowers spread perfume

Birds sing

Our flower-like children

When sleeping early morning

High above the shining stars

Lower than the heavens

Where fortune is distributed

Almighty packs piety, truthfulness and success

And on the wings of archangels, sends carved chests

Towards their bedrooms

Our flower-like children