But when thou shalt have had voluptuous kings Thrice five,
Enslaving the world from the east unto the west,
There shall be then a lord Gray-headed,
Having name of the near sea,
The world inspecting with a nimble foot,
Bringing gifts, having large amount of gold
And plundering hateful silver even more,
And stripping it off he shall pick it up.
And he shall have part in all mysteries of Magian shrines,
Display his child as god, abolish all things sacred,
And disclose the ancient mysteries of deceit to all.
Sad then the time when he himself, sad one, shall perish.
And yet shall the people say:
"Thy mighty strength, O city, shall fall down,"
At once perceiving that the evil day is coming on.