Come, come – it’s Nowruz, the new day,
The red tulips are blooming,
Spring has come.
Come and bring me,
A present of spring
Seven fruits you should bring.
Apricots, joyous like your smile,
Pistachios, sun-roasted like your skin,
Raisins, luscious as your lips,
Almonds, shaped like your eyes,
Bing cherries, softer than your touch.
Rose water, the scent of your fragrance,
Sugar, sweeter than your kisses.
Bring me this composition, my love,
Let’s drink it up and celebrate, my love,
The New Year has come,
Come, come – our spring has come.