To an old leader will be born an idiot heir, weak both in knowledge and in war.

Nothing in the world can one imagine beforehand,not the least thing,everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be forseen.

Come the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.

From the calm morning, the end will come when of the dancing horse the number of circles will be nine.

To an old leader will be born an idiot heir, weak both in knowledge and in war.

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning

Mankind will discover objects in space sent to us by the watchers.