Imam Reza (A.S.) [Poem]
By: Dr. Hasan NajafiIf people are invitedThey get together and are united.Don’t bother, my stay shall prolong;Here is the card to the Imam I belong.Take me out when I am reunited to the earth,Death is the worth at the Imam’s auspicious birth.He is born for the universe in guidance to bindAnd to give all that is needed by mankind.The fancy weeps, the midnight sighs in quest,The love, the only treasure of you, hid in my breast,Toil builds on toil; age on age improves;Life too in your love at gradation moves.Today is the blessed day, Imam is Reza bornRays of his love to hearts adorn.How long they stay in Saqifa’s lewd embraceHere is the son of Ghadir, his love gives you grace.Die at a blest age that angels could own:In the love of Imam Reza he is known.On the polished marble sit with your empty plate,Here are treasures higher and the giver, a Great.Wherever I turn my viewYour name I see ever new.Endless labour I toil all alongTo capture your ear to my song,When I’ll be laid where all must lieEnough to me a generous look from your gracious eye,Not a fleeting gleam nor from you a soundTell me, Lord! Have I to you or you to me found?To wait upon you is my dignified delightIn sighs for a dim sight passes my each night,Charms every ear and gains on every heartSuch is your name, prophetic reality’s part.Redress the clime, all its rage disarm,I’m happy, wish to be so, in his love’s charm.See the zephyr fondles the mountain’s breast;It is my gloom, at his love in storms I invest.Unknown is your power raises the soul to flameAt your name every nerve vibrates through the frame.When in Saqifa the dark elms grewThe zephyr of Ghadir made them flew.In awe and respect we yield to you;Why? The truth of the Qur’an is in you.We bask in your glare when we bathe in your waveAnd thank God, to us your love He gave.The sons of the Prophet’s House are blest,Else; why longs for their love every human breast,Ghadir is there wherever we roamAnd the Prophet with the verse of “Proclaim” at home,Why to cry to invoke the mercies of the skies?Your love takes me to bed; in your love I rise,Down, down they sink and ruined they goIf not your love their lot is only woe.This night, distinguished by your birth, shall tell:Only your love alone keeps one away from hell.Dauntless challenges on Saqifa’s sandsThe Sun of Ka’ba and Ghadir Imam Reza firmly stands,Ali is the Imam and Ghadir his Throne,Whether in the 1st, 4th, 8th, or 10th zone,These Suns dart a resplendent rayRemoving the darkness of Saqifa that inauspicious day,You are the eighth branch of the Blest TreeHeaven is theirs who under its shade roam freeIn Zahra’s veil you are the 8th enlightened patchThe rays of guidance there from flash,You are the 8th Door of the City of KnowledgeThe 1st is Ali, you the 8th we acknowledge,You are the 8th pole of the tent of ProphethoodPure and purified is his faith who by it stood,You are the heir of Jesus and MosesAnd other prophets, each in you his miracle poses.In the draught you prayed, down poured the rain,You pointed by your finger came out lion from the curtain.If I am asked the address of charityI will give your identityWhere is that door that delivers dole?I say: It’s yours that holds each pole.Where resides honour? If I am asked;I direct him to you, at your feet to be basked.Where to avail dignity? If be the question;I’ll say in your love is the location.Brave in sins, is coward in grave,No way to him but to enter your camp to brave.It is said: to your pilgrims you visit;If true, while I die come, by my side sit.A wage; I don’t want reward: don’t desire;Smile to me, that’s all I need when I expire.
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