Mom, I want to see you again in the morning
Millions of children will laugh in the warmth of that morning
An animal that has not slept on the street since that morning,
A child will not starve,
A woman's eyes will not water, a father will not be disappointed,
A brother's heart pounded like the nicotine in a cigarette
Don't burn!
I want such a morning
That morning the wild beasts on the flower buds
Don't jump, the ant's small food is feeding on the fierce kite
Don't kill.
Forty-three years is like a meteor in my eyes
Didn't catch such a morning
Where there is no word for Gum, there is no oppression of Shukun, bought with money
There is no wickedness, there is no Jamila, Sakhina, Poppy waiting in the dark of night.
Mom, I want to see such a morning
That morning, thousands of young men like Nur Mohammad and Abdur Rauf
Take charge of you.
I want to see your veil from a skilled sailor
Keeping the night of the thousand years awake
On a soft morning, the chirping of birds
I want a handful of holy soil.