The Simorgh Strikes the Blades

From C7.6, The Simorgh of the Fifth Stage. It illustrates C7.6.29–36:

C7.6.29
From mountain heights, the Simorgh saw the trainBehind the box, and heard the karnays’ strain.
C7.6.30
It swooped like some dark cloud from mountain height,And hid from all the sun and moon’s clear light.
C7.6.31
It sought to snatch the carriage as its prey,As leopards seize the game they bear away.
C7.6.32
Its wings and feathers struck the blades and tore;Its strength and splendor were its own no more.
C7.6.33
It beat with beak and talons, torn and stung,Then sank, exhausted, where the sword-blades clung.
C7.6.34
Its young flew screaming from the rocky nest,With tears of blood and terror in each breast.
C7.6.35
Their shadows blurred the eyes of all below,As grief and shrieking crossed the plain of woe.
C7.6.36
Blood washed the horses, box, and carriage red;The wounded bird lay weak, its vigor fled.