Ode to Hajji Firuz
Bearer of spring,
you arrive in crimson and song,
a messenger of warmth
after the long sleep of winter.
Your tambourine calls the streets awake,
your laughter scatters
like blossoms in the wind.
Children run to follow,
elders smile knowingly —
for you bring the promise
that the sun will rise higher,
and the earth will bloom again.
Hajji Firuz,
joy-carrier of Nowruz,
your steps are the rhythm of renewal,
your voice the anthem of a year reborn.