Bir sıcrasın çekerge, iki sıcrasın çekerge, üçücüde ele geçersin çekirge
(Lit. Let the grasshopper jump once, let the grasshopper jump twice, on the third time he'll be caught...) -- Idiomatic meaning: You can't always rely on luck...

The story... During the reign of the Sultan Murad I, there lived in Bursa an old man and his wife. The old couple lived a simple, clean, rather poor existence.

One day, the old man's wife went to the hamam. After she finished bathing, she couldn't find her clothing bundle where she'd left it in the changing room. In the place where it had been, she saw a fancily embroidered velvet clothing valise -- on a fine rug, next to some mother of pearl clogs.

The woman asked the hamamci (the hamam caretaker) about her belongings, and he replied, "We've moved your old rags to the cooling room. Go over there and dress yourself quickly and go on your way. The Chief Astrologer's wife has just arrived, these are her things -- and she mustn't see you here."

This insult greatly upset the bedraggled old woman -- and she wept and sobbed all the way home. So, by the time she opened the front door, she was in a terrible state. She confronted her poor husband angrily, "Either you become Sultan Murad's Chief Astrologer or let's get divorced!"

The old man, who could see no other choice, set up shop the next morning on the street as an amateur astrologer -- in order to gain experience at the trade. Days passed without a customer and one evening on his way home, he prayed pitifully, "Oh God, you know my dreadful situation. Please don't break up my comfortable nest of these many years. Let me take refuge under your shelter. And, please don't shame me," he begged...

The very next day God smiled down, and he got his first customer. A rich woman approached him and said emotionally, "Oh Astrologer, you've got to help me. I've lost my favorite diamond ring given to me by my sweet lover. No other astrologer has been able to help. Can you?" she sobbed. Saying the Islamic formula, the old man started scribbling on the paper in front of him and suddenly had an inspiration. "Ah dear lady," he said, "I think your ring may have been swallowed by an animal in your garden."

The woman ran immediately to her home. For she now remembered that when she had washed her hands after kneading some dough, she had left the ring on the corner of the water pump in the garden -- right next to where her pet turkey roamed freely... And, just as the astrologer had predicted...when she had the turkey's stomach opened, they found her precious ring!

From that day forward the old man (who credited his good fortune to God's intervention) had plenty of clients. His fame spread far and wide -- and his wealth increased accordingly.

The new astrologer's name even reached the palace of Sultan Murad, the Padişah. And one day, the old man was called there -- because the Padişah also had lost a large diamond ring. The sultan ponderously ordered the would-be astrologer to find the ring, without delay, or face the consequences.

Grasping at straws and stalling for time, the old man said: 'Mighty majesty, I'll gladly carry out your order. But, this is the lost ring of a Padişah, so it will take me a while to bring all my powers to bear on the mystery. For this job, I need time to meditate in peace, at home. Please, permit me 40 days and nights -- I mustn't be hasty."

The Padişah agreed and starting the next day, he had meals sent to the astrologer's home every morning, noon, and night -- in the care of the same trusted servant. And every time the servant brought a food tray he'd say, "Here is your meal. Our dear sultan is praying for you. Good appetite."

As the days passed, the old man became increasingly panicked -- because he had no idea where the ring could be. And he would turn to his wife in the presence of the servant and cry, "Oh Woman, pray that God will help me...I only have 30 days...20 days...10 days...left." And these lamentations seemed to increasingly disturb the servant.

Finally with only one day remaining, when the servant brought the old man his breakfast, he found him moaning in a state of collapsed despair. "My goodness, old man," said the servant, "stop this moaning. My conscience is killing me. Here, take the ring. It was I who stole it," he confessed in a rush.

The old man was so relived that he nearly swooned. And he grabbed the ring from the servant's hand and quickly returned it to the Sultan. But in a tenderhearted gesture that spared the poor servant's neck, he said that the genies had brought it to him. The Sultan was astonished at the astrologer's last-minute success. And, at a magnificent state ceremony the next day, he made the old man his new Chief Astrologer -- after dispatching the former Chief Astrologer 'to Him above'.

But the old man, instead of being happy at his latest good fortune, began to panic again. He had twice been saved by God's fortuitous intervention, he realized, and his luck could run out at any time -- with deadly consequences.

Eventually, he couldn't sleep from worrying that he might fail at the Sultan's next bidding. So, he decided to ask to be relieved of his duties -- and with this intention he went to the palace. The Padishah admitted the astrologer into his presence in the palace garden. And there, without allowing the first word to be spoken, he extended his closed hand to the astrologer.

"Do you know, Chief Astrologer, what I have in my palm?" he asked sternly. The old man felt doomed. He had no hope at all that he could know the answer to this third, most crucial mystery. Fearfully, he summed up his predicament and murmured to himself: "The grasshopper may jump once, it may even jump twice, but on the third time the grasshopper will be caught".

With that the Sultan let out a whoop, and no one was more surprised than the old astrologer himself when the Sultan opened his outstretched hand -- and displayed the grasshopper sitting there in his palm. "Unbelievable, Chief Astrologer, you are really amazing!" exclaimed the Sultan, with a huge smile on his face.

The old man passed out from the shock and the sultan placed him under the care of the harem girls. It took him another 40 days and 40 nights to recover...And when he exited the confinement, his wife was astonished at his vigorous and youthful appearance.