Adam Mickiewicz,
Tschatir Dagh (Mirza)
“ If winter rule the world, or summer's sun, If Giaour rage about, or winds are wild, Above them, Tschatir Dagh, you, changeless one, Are like to Allah, pure and undefiled; Aloft you tower from out the lowly sod To give to men again the will of God. ”
