Manoucher Avaznia

Waves of some currents, are meeting with me.

Hearts of some poets, are beating with me.

The sun's arrival, in this early day

Every flower's, greeting with me.

Sun and far stars, with full happiness

At table of love, are eating with me.

See how strange, are turning events

Many bright moons, are seating with me.

You would have obtained, a share of booties

If you came along, fleeting with me.

I am not alone, playing this tone

Morning nightingales, are beating with me.