"My dear people, while you slept as the fire died and cooled and the Sun crossed the heavens twice more. Then as the Sun rose once more, its first light fell on the heap of white ash.
It stirred and the great head of the bird appeared, re-born from its own ashes. When its body was finally clear of the ashes it cried: 'Farewell!' and with a few beats of its mighty wings swept off towards the Sun with the speed of lightning.