سندبادنامه 32.1

32.1

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: