Rain has come, and fields and fruit trees sing, <br />Spring has come, and Love, the Lord of Spring, <br />Dandelions have lifted up their faces, <br />Cold has gone and every wintry thing! <br />Forget-me-not the forest graces, <br />Iris and the lily spring will bring. <br />Gather violets, O Narcissus, <br />Winter's ashes from our door I fling! <br />The water bird the lake embraces, <br />How can frost upon your petals cling? <br /> <br />[Translated by Nilla Cram Cook]<br /><br />Habba Khatoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gather-violets-o-narcissus/
