"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.)