Will it not remember the promise? It is on the verge of death; its breath is choking. It has given up hope.
"O Age, do not weep!" A divine voice begins to speak. "The world is sleeping. To awaken it, the Awakener has again incarnated. The noise of the world is loud. To silence it, the Awakener will observe silence. Every mind is working fast. To annihilate all minds by degrees, the Awakener will become a seeker. Humanity will be shown the path of love. Be patient; do not despair. His work is about to begin."
Age listens intently. "O Age, do not worry," the voice concludes. "The Ancient One has come."
The flow of Age's tears slows. It ponders what it has heard, and its heart speaks, "The Ancient One? The Awakener? Can it be true? So many centuries have passed ... Can our fortune be so great?" Age begins to look over the earth, seeking the source of that divine message. It finds the five Perfect Masters.
Despite its happiness, Age begins to doubt the news, wondering how the Ancient One can take birth in the world at this time. It becomes disheartened and confounded. But it hears the voice calling out once again: "O Age, have no doubts! He is here! Seeing your tears, the five Perfect Masters brought the Formless One into form. Cast your gaze on the dervish [ascetic] from Persia. Pleased with his austerity, the Sadgurus inspired him to go to India, where he became the father of the Awakener's physical form. The five Perfect Masters have drawn a veil over the Awakener's eyes, but it will be lifted at the destined hour. Then his work and suffering will begin once more, and the wine of love will flow from his glance."
Age is convinced. Radiant joy and hope flood its heart. "O God, how merciful You are! How fortunate we are. Our Savior, our Redeemer has come at last! How we long to see him."
Age turns towards the five Perfect Masters and the dervish from Iran — and this is what it sees ...