Asim Bajramović
The mosque shines full of نور
welcoming the faithful near
the ezan calls from the minaret
just like back in Bosnia dear
A young muezzin softly wakes
all the sleeping souls once more
when the early sabah passes
Bayram’s fragrance fills the dawn
Tears again will fall so warm
slowly down these weary cheeks
while my longing, restless thoughts
fly to Bosnia every week
Tears again will fill my eyes
like the morning’s silent rain
Bayram comes — Bayram again
but we are not in Bosnia
The mosque shines in sacred light
Bayram rows stand side by side
while the imam gives the khutbah
just like back in Bosnia’s light
Again I fall into sedžda
to Allah, merciful and kind
grant me, please, the blessed days
to spend Bayrams in Bosnia
Tears again will fall so warm
slowly down these weary cheeks
while my longing, restless thoughts
fly to Bosnia endlessly
Tears again will fill my eyes
like the morning’s silent rain
Bayram comes — Bayram again
but we are not in Bosnia
The mosque shines full of نور welcoming the faithful near the ezan calls from the minaret just like back in Bosnia dear A young muezzin softly wakes all the sleeping souls once more when the early sabah passes Bayram’s fragrance fills the dawn Tears again will fall so warm slowly down these weary cheeks while my longing, restless thoughts fly to Bosnia every week Tears again will fill my eyes like the morning’s silent rain Bayram comes — Bayram again but we are not in Bosnia The mosque shines in sacred light Bayram rows stand side by side while the imam gives the khutbah just like back in Bosnia’s light Again I fall into sedžda to Allah, merciful and kind grant me, please, the blessed days to spend Bayrams in Bosnia Tears again will fall so warm slowly down these weary cheeks while my longing, restless thoughts fly to Bosnia endlessly Tears again will fill my eyes like the morning’s silent rain Bayram comes — Bayram again but we are not in Bosnia