A beautiful poem about IMAM MAHDI A.S by Dr. Hassan Najafi Curtained from every vulgar view The Precious is always treasured but a few. You, a bliss, such a bliss can’t be to one alone To all the sons of soul should be known. To look ahead your arrival is charming, In the arms of faith the sight is pleasing. Why to search? You in every bosom are found A bosom which to belief stands a fertile ground, In your love are dressed springs and forests tall You the Hope and in the hope wait all. To wait you needs a Diviner Mood So hallowed and holy-enchanted we stood. Wires when entwined are heard to sound Wait; and waiting is a shrine around. In you sublime triumph is swelling In your love we all are dwelling And you from out the veiling cloud Breath the Divine Notes to some silent, to some aloud. Who knows your hidden uncounted powers? That feed on heaven’s ambrosial flowers. You intend what Heaven intends Take pity on your pitying friends. At once creates your Name love and pity Nothing gives one airs so pretty. You everywhere and everywhere have been; You amidst us seen and yet not seen Doesn’t disclose he who sees you; If not the rain he must be in piety’s dew. It is your care our weal depends Precious is that life which in your Love ends. When such a tempest of crimes shake the land How could unguarded we stand. You are pursued by base envenomed pens But to no avail; themselves are sold slaves and fens. A servile race they fall and burst A worst always worst behaves worst.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 18:47:44 +0000
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