Universal Sire کے بول

My eagle is awake Grasp at new light Repel the tender birds Thus stood Zoroaster still He remained, lost in abeyance My house being now at rest The fanning of cedars made a breeze The breeze blew from the turret My senses all suspended To come to the pleasure you have not To come to the knowledge you have not To come to the possession you have not To come to the creation you have not The lion shook its head and wondered I heard the great cry of distress Here is indeed the stone I come to seduce your last sin I've searched my soul I've searched the world At the summit my morning is not At the summit my hour is not Arise now Arise now Thou great noontide Thou great madness