Dogs being dogs
They will always bark.
And by its different bark
Wise villagers know each dog.
The baker’s wife knows
the dog that guards the Fire
by its bark that keeps watch.
The shepherd boy knows
the bark of the dog that protects the Cow
and keeps her safe all night.
And the old washer woman knows
the dog that guards the village Spring
by its bark that keeps polluters away.
And the wise villagers also know
The muffled bark of the dogs
that belongs to the thieves, the raiders.
The ones who want to kill the Fire,
butcher the Cow,
Pollute the spring.
And they react hearing the threatening barks.
And they rush out with sticks, with stones.
And drive away the raiders, the thieves.
Again when the white rooster crows,
The chains of Azidahaka regrow thick
Those chains he licks thin all night.
And over the sacred Damavand Kooh
Mehr Izad rises up in his golden chariot
To bring day’s light to all the lands
He can see with a thousand eyes.
He can hear with a thousand ears.
And He will judge the events of night.
He will surely separate
The thieves from the guardians
Who watch over the Fire, the Cow, the Spring.
San Carlos, California
July 25, 2003.