I am rooster Zoroaster!
I am king prophet of the sun!
My flaming crown proclaims I’m master.
Awake! Awake and hear my song.
Praise our sun, great golden cockerel;
its brood of worlds and clutch of moons.
Feel its spreading comb and wattles,
perched high upon the skies of June.
Praise our sun, great rainbow peacock,
whose fanning tail unveils the world.
The egg tooth of sunlight shall crack
from your heart and its wings unfurl.