A poem for the awaited Imam carries heartfelt and sincere greetings to he who like the sun beclouded is never far from his followers.
It is slowly I tune I hear
eating away hear your the echo
my soul the sing What a
And as my birds They beautiful
eyes shut sound
the world Bouncing
My ears are off trees
pulling the Down streams
curtains Through flowers
I’m drowning Carried
in the uncertain by the breeze
I pray I can open my eyes
To absorb your signs
To be
aware
of what is around me
I live in my head
I ignore
the world
my eyes behold
Through the filter of sins
Bound by the shackles of fear
Each blazing To set
sun will the sun
set of oppression
Blood Heavenly body
has fallen in the dark sky
Rivers of Each thin crescent will To bandage
blood will flow bring us into a full moon the wound
The cries When our
have been made journey
The sorrow will end
will continue We shall meet
Someday you the answer
will return to our prayers
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
Al- Ajal Yusuf-e-Zahra
I am your humble servant
Accept my greeting
Forgive my faults
Forever I shall
Fight for you
Protect you
Imaam
Serve you
Defend you
Breath for you
Master, I long for
Accept my greeting
I am your humble servant
