Flames of new season

Bright falls from the skies

Bounce with might on the flowers

Stamping hope on the hears, of creatures.

“Adey Adey Abeba...”

Kids, young, men and women chants loud in Addis Ababa

Thick on the air a pleasant aroma

Faces shine, hearts rejoice

Clouds scatter, and bonfire smokes, floats,

Along the way rhythm from crowds, chants of kids

Stands high make big feasts.

In harmony with rivers' dancing

That flow in full volume

Bidding, farewell for the winter departing

Drums thunder with a rhythm

A melody from clergymen

With flecking of breathtaking pattern

like that of sea of teff grass, waving on field

Thy theater purifies soul, greens dead wood

Centuries back delivered

From the womb of great Yared

Staff, space and music note have elders

Born and grown up in Africa

Still reside, enjoyed in Ethiopia.

Yes, it's a new year

With the skies clear.

To reclaim lost fame

To continue the journey guided by the flame.

It's a new day

With blooming of Adey.

Burning agony, turning them ashes

In return handfuls, of Hopes

Bonfires flame, here and there

People depart blessing winter

Hands stretched to receive new season

To reap surplus, to see full barn.

Worku Belachew