The Simurgh

In the lair of the whirling winds alone

The Simurgh dwells by the demon stone,

Higher than boldest bird can soar,

On the peak of the mountain white and hoar.

In the lair of the whirling winds alone,

The Simurgh dwells by the demon stone.

His wings never tire, his eyes never sleep;

He flies o'er the height, he broods o'er the deep.

No spear can slay him, no kamund bind;

As swift as an arrow, he winnows the wind.

In ice-green caverns his treasures lie,

In the heart of the steep, unseen by the sky.

Never shall mortal their splendor behold,

For the Simurgh guards them thro' ages untold.

Wonder and wisdom, power and might,

All the earth and the heaven are his in his flight.

The heroes shall seek him to learn of his lore,

And the demons shall fear him for evermore.