Clear Light Of Atar
Clear Light Of Atar
© Surazeus
2026 06 06
My heart longs for the bright Hyrcanian Sea
where morning sun gleams gold on silver waves
so I run free with White Horse of the wind
to free world people from cruel tyranny
who dance with joy in groves of apple trees
till death disperses souls in evening breeze.
Blue breeze of the mystical radiant force,
that emanates from aching heart of hope,
blows through branches of pomegranate trees
while Ahura Mazda gives Kingship Ring
to honest Ardashir with generous heart
on sacred Mountain of the Lion God.
Bold sense of Justice glows still in my heart
eighteen hundred years from that solemn hour
brave Ardashir enforced rule of fair law
through programs funding work of humble men,
farmers raising crops from soil of Earth,
and craftsmen constructing wagons and homes.
Lush pomegranate tree grows from my heart
on sandy shore of our Hyrcanian Sea
where spirit of First Mother lingers still
in swirls of silver wind that bear starlight
as holy flames of truth from cave of dreams
which animate my body with desire.
Strong thread of wisdom, forged from light of truth
by gentle hand of Anahita, weaves
my secret heart in tapestry of faith
to noble goal of justice for all souls
brave Ardashir attends with righteous eye
to bind contentious tribes with common goal.
With brave Sassanian spirit in my heart,
which urges me to create health from pain,
I maintain psychic balance of firm faith
between conservative respect for safety
and progressive vision for social growth
that nurtures dream of each person to live.
Though we seem to wander far off our road
in desolate gloom of the bleak wilderness,
Clear Light of Atar, which flares from our hearts
at clarion spell that Zoroaster sings,
dispels grim darkness of bitter despair
so we see Golden Path of Righteousness.
Awake with soul of Zurvan in my heart,
trained by Nairyosangha, his Messenger,
I aid Arshtat, Goddess of Truth and Justice,
to maintain order in our whole world empire
that unites nations of Earth in one faith
which values women and choices they make.
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Orpheus wanders along sandy shores of the bright Hyrcanian Sea, and weeps as he remembers graceful beauty of Anahita and her charming voice of song.
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