eagle

Who is he?
He clasps the crag with crooked hands.
Close to the sun in lonely lands.
Ringed the azure world he stands.


The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls.
He watches from his mountain walls
And like a thunderbolt he falls


Alfred Lord Tennyson

روزی زسر سنگ عقابی بهوا خاست
بهر طلب طعمه پر و بال بیاراست
از راستی بال منی کرد و همی گفت
کامروز همه ملک جهان زیر پر ماست
ناصر خسرو