My soul is talking with Tukay

                                            My soul is talking with Tukay…

When spring comes adding beauty to the world,

Then dreams are mixing with my hope.

When feelings overfill, I take in hand a pen –

My soul’s applying to Tukay then.  

In spring, when sun’s rays warm us tenderly,

Doves bill and coo so lovely in the sky,

Hot tears of mine fall on the paper slowly –

My soul is sharing secrets with Tukay.

When young heart falls in love,

Pen writes a poem and eyes cry,

When something hinders me in life –

My soul is mixing with Tukay.

When April comes, the starlings join me in

“The Native Language” of Tukay

I visit poet’s monument in spring –

My soul is talking with Tukay.

( written by Sagiyeva Alisa)