Imam Reza (A.S.) [Poem]

By: Dr. Hasan Najafi
If people are invited
They 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 bind
And 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 born
Rays of his love to hearts adorn.
How long they stay in Saqifa’s lewd embrace
Here 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 view
Your name I see ever new.
Endless labour I toil all along
To capture your ear to my song,
When I’ll be laid where all must lie
Enough to me a generous look from your gracious eye,
Not a fleeting gleam nor from you a sound
Tell me, Lord! Have I to you or you to me found?
To wait upon you is my dignified delight
In sighs for a dim sight passes my each night,
Charms every ear and gains on every heart
Such 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 flame
At your name every nerve vibrates through the frame.
When in Saqifa the dark elms grew
The 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 wave
And 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 roam
And the Prophet with the verse of “Proclaimâ€‌ 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 go
If 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 sands
The 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 ray
Removing the darkness of Saqifa that inauspicious day,
You are the eighth branch of the Blest Tree
Heaven is theirs who under its shade roam free
In Zahra’s veil you are the 8th enlightened patch
The rays of guidance there from flash,
You are the 8th Door of the City of Knowledge
The 1st is Ali, you the 8th we acknowledge,
You are the 8th pole of the tent of Prophethood
Pure and purified is his faith who by it stood,
You are the heir of Jesus and Moses
And 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 charity
I will give your identity
Where 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.