The holy place of Najaf – the sacred shrine of my Mawla Ali
The father of all Imams and the divinely appointed Wali
His holy shrine sheds light to all hearts needy of guidance
And his beautiful dome sits in the soul of every servant
His grave was dug for him long ago by Prophet Nuh
Who is also buried there in close proximity along with Adam
Ibrahim insisted that the time would come when there would be a tomb with a shrine
Which seventy thousand people would gain absolutely undisputed entrance to Paradise
All the great kings of the world put together could not have a tomb as magnificent as his
This is the tribute which kings have built together to enshrine the mortal remains of the great Ali
Peace and serenity encompasses the heart of the visitor to Imam Ali
And surely dissolves any feeling of worry or stress
It was a dream in itself to be invited to the land of Ghareyy
That which all the prophets visited and thousands of angels descend
The thought of departing Najaf leaves behind a devastating fire sparked in the mind
Yet the dream of walking to Karbala throws ice to somewhat appease that fire of love
How can the feet convince itself to walk away from this sacred shrine?
How can the body push itself far from Heaven which it longs for?
With regret and tears I leave the place of comfort and relief
Where my heart resides and my soul yearns
As I stood there pondering over this puzzling moment
Where the mind is perplexed with mixed emotions
Suddenly I hear a voice inspiring me to seek the permission of my Master Ali
Only he can relieve your dilemma and provide you comfort
From Babul Qibla I run to the courtyard looking for my Mawla Abul Hasan
To consult he who is the Great Lion of God
I call out loud 'Ya Ali' hoping to hear his voice
But instead a female voice answers me
'My husband is not here and has already left
Walking barefoot to visit our beloved son Husain'
With a feeling of awe and excitement I realize the answer to my dilemma
Symbolized in the departure of Imam Ali to Karbala
For if my Imam himself has left heading towards the Land of Paradise
Then surely I am also given the permission to depart and tread the path of Ali
The time has come to proceed to the next sacred destination
How blessed is that place which Imam Ali himself yearns!
Calling out in the name of the Lord of Husain
That bears the dot signifying the essence of Abi Turab
With mixed emotions I take the first step from the door of the First Wali
Bidding a sad farewell not knowing if this will be the last gaze at his dome
With passion and determination I take the first step forward
Accompanied by the angels of the heavens and earth
From the door of Abul Hasan to the door of Abi Abdillah
Every step energized by the passion of love
Every ache accompanied by the cry of 'Ya Husain!'
Every mile a sad reminder of the disgraceful procession of Ahle-Haram to Damascus
The feeling of exhaustion and physical stress diluted with the zeal of admiration
Hoping that every blister leaves a scar of devotion embedded with pain
Is there any other person in the entire universe whom the people walk on foot in masses to visit?
Is there any other visitor than the visitors of Husain whom many rush to serve with open arms?
A million-man march in rally and support to our slaughtered Imam
Carrying the Flag of Fidelity and calling out 'Labbayka Oh Husain!'
Treading the road between Heaven and Paradise
Limping with love towards my beloved twin guides
Situated at Karbala Al Muqadassa
Its address none other than Baynul Haramain