King Khosrow Anushirvan, filled with joy at the profound wisdom of Bozorgmehr, gazed upon his enlightened minister. For every praise of 'Well done!' that escaped the monarch's lips, the royal treasurer bestowed four purses of silver, and for every ecstatic 'Bravo!', forty purses—each brimming with ten thousand dirhams—were poured forth from the imperial treasury. Thus, the minister's eloquent words were mirrored by golden bounties.
With these noble discourses brought to their end, the path was set to recount the tale of Mahbod, the loyal minister. Yet a timeless truth echoed through the hall: never rest from acquiring knowledge, nor let the heart surrender to doubt. For when a person presumes to have mastered all wisdom, Destiny plays a subtle hand, placing them once more as a humble seeker before a new teacher. And so, the ancient story of Mahbod unfolds, drawn from the lore of the old Dehqans...