A poem in honour of Imam Sajjad (AS) O Pilgrim! Eager is your emergence Today you are in Imam Sajjad’s presence Still in prayers are raised your loaded hands, In the dust of your grave the minaret of worship stands. In this dust, indeed, are pierced many a wound Blood boils, in veins and in soil, one to the other bound. The tale of worship in this dust courts the ears Draws the pilgrims’ sad and meaningful tears, Wisdom flows like the current of the Ganges Your Psalms bring about in the sinners, virtuous changes, You embody the magnanimity of spirit, From you man gains his long lost merit. Underneath your paces lies the virtue’s bed You a perfect man, Infallible born, Infallible bred. Ahead us is the lofty mountain’s weary side Without your aid how the perils of the way be tried? Ah! While the dust is your dilapidated shrine Let the tribute of this poem be mine. You: The Survivor of Karbala repose in ruined Baqie’s zone, Bold enough to proclaim that happiest spot your own. Imam Husain your father. Iranian princess Shahrbano your mother Arab and Persian, a mingled breed, You are the embodiment of Islamic unity indeed. Majestic countenance, fair colour, wide forehead, Piercing eyes, well built, tall, when stood, awe spread, If to me there is any reward A little, a brief smile is the award. By Dr.Hassan Najafi
Posted on: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 17:48:05 +0000
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