The Tamarisk by the Sea

From C8.25, The Simorgh Comes to Rostam’s Aid. It illustrates C8.25.56–66:

C8.25.56
He fastened tight the belt around his waist,Then mounted Rakhsh, and toward the sea he raced.
C8.25.57
He reached the sea; above him, all grew dimBeneath the Simorgh flying over him.
C8.25.58
When Rostam came beside the water’s face,The noble bird descended to that place.
C8.25.59
A tamarisk stood rooted, rising high;The royal bird perched there against the sky.
C8.25.60
She showed a dry path; musky fragrance stirredUpon the wind that blew about the bird.
C8.25.61
She called him close and gently stroked his head;And then the knowing Simorgh spoke and said:
C8.25.62
“Choose out the straightest slender branch on high,Its tip raised up toward the open sky.
C8.25.63
This tamarisk is Esfandiyar’s doom;Do not mistake it for mere wood or bloom.
C8.25.64
Before the fire, make straight this shaft you hold;Choose one fine arrowhead, well made and old.
C8.25.65
Set the feather and arrowhead in place;I have revealed the harm that he must face.”
C8.25.66
When Rostam cut the branch, he left the shore,And rode toward his halls; the branch he bore.