The poem of the old porch of the city

Koresh's poem ! Hello to your famous name

It has the scent of your breath … I can still hear the pipes of the monastery and the dagger of the temples of Babylon. The bank is the song of your honor, kneeling in front of you between the two rivers. … He has fallen to the ground without pride and beyond the hills of Pars and Jerusalem … Your immortal soul is the most holy Koresh … !…