The Conference of The Birds

Now the birds are warming to their task,
Their spirits are moving now like the ocean swell.
Love for the Simurgh is born in those who ask
Themselves if they could tread the path, they tell
Each other they are ready to journey to the light
But first they seek a guide who will lead
And parse anguish and joy throughout their flight.
They swear fidelity to the guide in thought and deed
Be it pleasant or be it filled with pain, as long
As they can pledge themselves to the King, this throng
Of pilgrims dark and fair, are prepared to don
angels' wings