The Astrologers' Prophecy

He ordered the priests and the wise elders, the astrologers and the learned men, to gather before the high throne and study the secrets of the heavens. They went and labored long, trying to learn what mystery the stars held. For three days they worked without rest, then returned with the astronomical tables in hand. They spoke to the king: 'We have reckoned the turning heavens.' The verdict of the stars is clear: this bright stream will flow on. From Mehrab's daughter and Sam's son a proud, noble champion will be born. His life will be long; he will have strength, dignity, and glory. Tall and broad, with mighty shoulders and neck; in war and at the feast he will have no equal. When his warhorse breaks into a sweat, the hearts of his enemies will run dry with fear. No eagle will dare fly above his helmet; he will count the great lords of the world as nothing. He will be tall, imposing, and glorious, snaring even lions in the loop of his lasso. With his sword he will make the very air weep, and roast a wild ass whole on the fire. He will be the trusted servant of kings, and to Iran a refuge for its riders.