The Doctrine of Zoroastrianism: 

I. The One Wise Lord
Beneath the sky where dawn and dusk entwine,
A truth was born, a spark of thought divine.
Ahura Mazda, Lord of wisdom’s gleam,
Reigns o’er all, the maker of the dream.
One God alone, no rival shares his throne,
His light pours forth on flesh and field and stone.
No idols carved, no lesser powers sway,
He crafts the stars and bids them hold their way.
Through endless time, his mind sees all that’s true,
Omniscient gaze, a boundless, piercing view.
Creator pure, sustainer of the just,
He guards the good from chaos, ash, and dust. 

II. The Twin Spirits’ Strife
Yet in this world, a shadow dares to rise,
Angra Mainyu scowls with wrathful eyes.
No equal he, though fierce his dark intent,
A spirit born to spoil what Mazda sent.
Two forces clash—good strides, and evil stalks,
A cosmic war where every soul must walk.
Asha shines, the order truth decrees,
While Druj, the lie, breeds greed and grim disease.
The Wise Lord reigns, his victory assured,
Yet bids us fight, our will by choice matured.
For Mazda’s light, though vast, seeks hands to wield,
A battle joined on earth’s embattled field. 

III. The Call to Choose
“Arise,” cried Zarathustra, voice aflame,
“Three beacons guide you—heed their simple name:
Good thoughts to seed, good words to speak aloud,
Good deeds to build where darkness once was proud.”
No fate binds tight, no chain of stars holds sway,
Free will he preached, a gift for every day.
Each heart must pick its path through storm and calm,
To lift the light or clutch at shadow’s palm.
The mind’s clear song, the tongue’s untwisted grace,
The hands that heal—these mark the righteous race.
So Mazda bids us join his timeless plan,
To mend the world through choices made by man. 

IV. Fire and Water’s Grace
See fire leap, a tongue of sacred might,
No god itself, but Mazda’s holy light.
In temples low, it dances, pure and free,
A sign of truth for all who bend the knee.
And water flows, the second gift bestowed,
From streams it springs, through life its currents rode.
Together bound, they cleanse the soul’s deep stain,
In rituals old, their purity remains.
The Yasna chants, the priests in white array,
Strengthen the waters, call the dawn to stay.
Through flame and flood, we grasp the wise one’s lore,
A bridge to peace on earth forevermore. 

V. The Soul’s Great Trek
When breath departs, the soul steps forth alone,
To Chinvat’s span, a bridge of sharpened stone.
The just glide swift to gardens bathed in gold,
Where joy abides, and time shall ne’er grow old.
The wicked plunge to depths of icy woe,
Where Angra’s brood heaps torment blow by blow.
Three days of bliss or pain, the fate unfolds,
Then all arise—new flesh the spirit holds.
A river blazes, molten metal’s tide,
To righteous hearts, like milk it softly glides,
But burns the false till sin’s last trace is gone,
A purged creation greets the final dawn. 

VI. The End of Days
At time’s far edge, a Saoshyant shall rise,
A savior sent beneath redeeming skies.
The Frashokereti comes, the world remade,
No dark endures, no evil casts its shade.
Ahriman falls, his legions swept aside,
Good reigns supreme where once the shadows vied.
The dead reborn, at forty fixed or fifteen,
Live free of grief, in endless light serene.
All souls unite, the wicked cleansed and whole,
One universe, one song from pole to pole.
Mazda’s great will, through eons set to bloom,
Fulfills the promise whispered in the gloom. 

VII. The Living Creed
Today the Parsis tend their dwindling flame,
In India’s arms, they whisper Mazda’s name.
From Persia’s fall, through Islam’s sweeping tide,
They bore their faith where others cast aside.
The towers stand, though vultures fade away,
To sky they give the dead, as scriptures say.
A creed of green, no river bears their stain,
For nature’s gifts must pure and whole remain.
Though numbers shrink, the doctrine holds its might,
A spark of Zarathustra’s ancient light—
Good thoughts, good words, good deeds still call us near,
A timeless truth for modern hearts to hear.