Let the vigilant master of speech fashion a tale of radiant splendor; for when words align perfectly with Wisdom, the soul of the speaker finds sublime serenity. Yet he whose mind is warped by ill intent brings disgrace upon himself, exposing his folly before the wise—for no mortal readily perceives his own shortcomings, seeing only beauty in his nature. If cosmic justice is to endure, let speech be polished and presented to the truly enlightened; for when the wise approve, clarity flows like crystal water through the stream of time.
Now, through the venerable lore of the ancient Dehqan, these age-old legends—dusted by centuries—are reborn anew before every assembly. If life be granted at length to walk this joyful path, an everlasting fruit-bearing tree shall remain behind, dropping its bountiful treasures upon the world's meadows. Fifty-eight winters have now passed over head, fraught with countless wonders and worldly trials; yet human greed wanes not with the passage of years, ever seeking auspicious days through calendars and omens. Yet how truthful was the ancient Zoroastrian Mobad who proclaimed: that which has grown old can never truly become young again. Speak then with eloquence while life remains, cling to Wisdom, and seek understanding; for when thy earthly journey ends, thy reckoning rests solely with God—whether thy place be blessed or doomed. As thou sowest, so shalt thou reap; every word thou utterest shall echo back to thee. Speak gently, and no harshness shall touch thy ears; seek nothing in this fleeting realm save goodness. Turn now once more to the recitations of the Dehqan, and hear what that noble chronicler unveils.