Next came the peacock, splendidly arrayed
In many-coloured pomp; this he displayed
As if he were some proud, self-conscious bride
Turning with haughty looks from side to side.
»The Painter of the world created me,«
He shrieked, »but this celestial wealth you see
Should not excite your hearts to jealousy.
I was a dweller once in paradise;
There the insinuating snake's advice
Deceived me - I became his friend, disgrace
Was swift and I was banished from that place.
My dearest hope is that some blessed day
A guide will come to indicate the way
Back to my paradise. The king you praise
Is too unknown a goal; my inward gaze
Is fixed for ever on that lovely land -
There is the goal which I can understand.
How could I seek the Simorgh out when I
Remember paradise?«
[Farid ud-Din Attar (1136–1220): The Conference of the Birds]
[Original Farsi, English version: Afkham Darbandi, Dick Davis]
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