"Promised Guests"

 

 The precincts of the holy chamber

Equally parted by the glass

The crowd of hearts rushing through

The open doors of gold and brass

 

Eyes are wandering, hands are drawn

Hearts are focusing on a center known

Absent from eyes felt by the hearts

At every moments, noon and the dawn

 

Innocents, the sinful have been warmly

Welcomed morally by the kindest host

Urban, villagers, white and the black

With a neat clothing, or the face with dust

 

One side the ladies the other the men

Crying, praying, seeking the cure

Of pains of the heart and the illness more

Thousands, hundreds, and dozens of ten

 

All were promised surely by the lord

To be replied on Revival Day

At Bridge, and Recon, and Record of the deed

Pilgrims visiting the Shrine three fold

 

Not a bit of pain may a person gain

Of crowd of men, feelings embodied

All wishing for human, being goodness

All around the world, wherever they lived

 

Hand s are stretched towards the heaven

Under the dome with colorful mirrors

Where upon Qandils of swinging bright

Amongst the tiles, blue and green

 

The chamber surrounded upon which there are

Four of gold vases, holding tulips

Sitting on the leaves out of branches

Saluting the guests from ways far

 

Many whispering with foreheads on clay

With a humble heart and the secrets to say

Pray for the sons and daughters and the mate

Being kept healthy the evils away

 

Azim Sarvedalir -1384/2/30

The holy shrine of Imām Riḍā (A.S.)