Gazeth over the world. Then it groweth warm,
His house becomes heated by the heavenly gleam;
The herbs wax hot; the house steameth
With the sweetest of savors; in the sweltering heat,
215 In the furious flame, the fowl with his nest
Is embraced by the bale-fire; then burning seizeth
The disheartened one’s house; in hot haste riseth
The fallow flame, and the Phœnix it reacheth,
In fullness of age. Then the fire eateth,
220 Burneth the body, while borne is the soul,