Phoenix or "Simorgh" nestled on the Alborz Mountains.
With fiery colour as a bronze-like statue in our sky
Invulnerable and immortal phoenix of our high Alborz
Tame giant-bird of our ancestors in poetry and prose.
He was defender of our borders and our rosy gardens,
Protector of the iridescent bronze of coastal skies,
Hunter of the daytime vultures from our sky.
Flapping wings, he flew under the shining stars
Reflected vitality on its graceful wings,
Brought his children meal in pure elixir
With the smell of heaven in his fabulous wings
Phoenix was our strong father and caring mother
The young grew old under his safety.
But fatal mistake of his naive children
Our ancestors deceived by vultures
For the virgins in their aviary paradise
Deserted their fortresses for the sake of orgies.
His greedy sons halted the phoenix from rising
Into the blue loyal sky of Alborz
They burnt the rosy gardens sown in prose
Gave the vultures the key of closed fortresses
And became complicit with the devout invaders.
Forgetting about their grateful grace
They set on fire the phoenix with deflowered gardens.
The sad phoenix burnt clenching to a cliff of Alborz
The vultures devoured his body to reach the final climax.
He brunet to ashes and never came back
He returned his metamorphosis with no resurrection
The vultures rose new flame over his ashes.
Then, during the last fourteen centuries
With hunger in their beak
They have been devouring the souls of Alborz
By Jahanshah Rashidian
Original in French.