Mysterious Persian magicians...
They knew the stars of the untraceable secrets of the innermost...
Once upon a time in ancient Persia,
The old gray-haired learned wise men,
Working hard for years,
To solve the planet of mysteries,
Meanders of ancient astronomy,
They have explored their minds,
Tracking closely intricate planets,
Persistently drawing the constellations of the map...
For years in ancient observatories,
They spent almost all their time,
Trying to constantly grow your knowledge,
By writing on clay tablets...
To ancient astronomical knowledge,
The fruit of the tens of their years,
Survived by future generations,
Today, being useful to us, too...
Mysterious Persian magicians...
They sacrificed their curiosity to 1 peculiar star...
When only 1 star in the sky,
Shining more than any other,
Breakthrough events were a trailer,
Coming the next fewer days
They weren't a substance of years anymore,
Fulfilling the ancient prophecy,
In weeks, time had to be measured,
The birth of the king's prophets...
Three planets set in 1 line,
Mars, Saturn, and Jupiter,
The attention of the warlocks chained,
He's starting to speculate countless...
three planets a mysterious conjunction,
A fresh star on the firmament of heaven,
It meant the birth of king kings,
To whom the full planet will bow...
Mysterious Persian magicians...
They set off on a long, dangerous road...
and hastened the camels,
All that is essential for a long journey,
To the vast desert they boldly set out,
To the end of the world, we are ready...
Behind the sighing glow of an infinite star,
The love of her inexpressible,
They continued to wander tirelessly
To the far Israel of the earth...
The wilderness was not terrible for them,
Despite the long-distance weary,
Not a minute has their will weakened,
Seeing the newborn all kings of the king...
In the mountain chains of danger,
They failed to weaken the fortitude of their spirit,
To scope the place at any cost,
Which points to this small sparking star...
Mysterious Persian magicians...
The wise men of the ancient world, the spirit of monarchs...
In the shadow of large breakthrough events,
To change the face of mankind,
For nothing to be the same,
In the past of the world, a dignified race...
Their magnificent oriental robes,
Stitched carefully with gold thread,
At night in the light of a Bethlehem star,
They were so mysterious...
And erstwhile that cold night,
Loud baby scream,
The beginning was a fresh era,
Starting a fresh past of running...
To the end of a long, hard journey,
On the threshold of a weak, mediocre stable,
Their religion and humility were reflected,
On the way to the goal of integrity...
Mysterious Persian magicians...
They prostrate themselves in a mediocre stable...
Seeing a careless broken manger,
When he heard a silent groan coming from him,
Assembled quickly,
They fell on their face in front of a small baby...
Poor shepherds dressed in sheep's skins,
From a far country learned the wise,
This 1 quiet and holy night,
They met inside a mediocre stable...
Though they came from a far country,
They studied the oldest books in the planet for years,
Dipping in the oceans of ancient knowledge,
Not given to a specified mortal...
Being among the world's despised poor,
They didn't hesitate a moment,
By the cold-blooded newborn child,
To honor the humble...
Mysterious Persian magicians...
They offered the small baby gifts...
The purest golden glow sparkling,
with humble reverence offered,
To the King over all kings,
In the eyes of the baby...
incense in the interior of the decorative box,
Whose mysterious smoke for centuries,
The symbol was prayers to God,
They gave a gift to the priest over all the priests...
The sweet and bitter myrrh,
The consistency of crystallized honey resin,
Of all the gifts the most mysterious,
But in its symbolism especially moving...
Though it symbolized death,
She reminded the incarnate God of human nature,
And in ancient times, as a medicine,
It pictured the planet of spiritual healing...
Mysterious Persian magicians...
They poured hope into their hearts...
Though the inside of a lousy stable,
Far from the magnificent palaces of Persia,
With the golden walls dripping,
Seats decorated by fine mosaics...
who are the office of mighty chess,
Lords of their vast lands,
With 1 nod,
Giving orders to troops of faithful servants...
That's more powerful than all chess,
Born in poverty, king of all kings
He despised the luxuries of the earthly palaces,
To exalt the despised and the poor...
To be read in all the books of the wise,
On that holy night they understood with their heart,
That of the eternal God of will,
Everyone in His eyes is important...
Mysterious Persian magicians...
What would they say about modern science...
To us so busy today,
Blindly based on technological progress,
The mysterious from the east of the sage,
on the pages of the Bible forever immortal,
They gave a timeless example of humility,
Who is so lacking in today's scientists,
The 1 who strives hard to aid science,
The fundamentals of Christianity are boldly overthrown...
But this is from the biblical communicative of the wise men,
Timeless discipline flows,
That human wisdom is not enough,
In view of the mystery of God's incarnation...
It's not adequate to research alien planets today,
With the aid of advanced telescopes,
We must look in the hearts of the deep,
And the whisper of God search in his soul...
Byzantine Mosaic 3 Magi, basilica Santi Apollinare Nuovo, Ravenna
