Gather Violets O Narcissus

We present this work in honor of Muharram.

Habba Khatoon
Indian
1554 – 1609

 

Rain has come, and fields and fruit trees sing,
Spring has come, and Love, the Lord of Spring,
Dandelions have lifted up their faces,
Cold has gone and every wintry thing!
Forget-me-not the forest graces,
Iris and the lily spring will bring.
Gather violets, O Narcissus,
Winter’s ashes from our door I fling!
The water bird the lake embraces,
How can frost upon your petals cling?

Translation by Nilla Cram Cook

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