سندبادنامه 32.1

32.1

برهر ذرهٔ‌ی که در جهانست منت دارذ هزار خروار بی دفتر ملک او زمانه از پشت شکم کنذ چو طومار هرکجا غمام حسام برق سیرت او سیل خون روان کردهاست ، از بیخ ارغوان شاخ زعفران رستست ، وهرکحا شمشیر گندنا سکر او در سبزهزار آتش تیغ آبدار او از دریا صحرا واز جیحون هامون کرده است ، وآب سنان حانستان او از صحرا دریا ساخته ، واز هامون جیحون کرده ، وزبان روز گار باو گفته :

Upon every particle that exists in the world, / he confers thousands of donkey-loads of favors.
Without the register of his realm, Time / rolls up the back of its belly like a scroll.
Wherever the cloud of his lightning-natured sword has set a flood of blood flowing, branches of saffron have sprouted from the roots
of Judas-trees; and wherever the leek-green sword of his wrath in the meadow
[has fallen], the fire of his tempered blade has turned sea into desert and the Jayḥūn into plain, and the water of his soul-taking spearhead
has made a sea out of the desert, and the Jayḥūn out of the plain; and the tongue
of Time said to him: