You will bask in the mercy of His divine pleasure, and Fatima’s love for you will have no measure. So come join the caravan of sheer joy and glee, and sip from the chalice of the Wilayat of Ali!
The lone devotee in Rabaza, the martyr unborn,
The date-seller in Kufa, the orphan girl’s ears torn.
You rush towards them, but don’t be so unwise,
Heed first what they say, they offer some advice:
Come, O lovers, but make haste not,
‘Tis not an easy Path you have sought
Endless pain, loneliness, and tribulation,
A journey of suffering, little jubilation
It demands from you patience and a hefty sacrifice,
To give up your loved ones before your very eyes
Through tortuous trials you will have to wade,
So live like a pauper, and ditch ivory and jade
Forget gaudy slogans, and focus your vision,
For Love is naught but utter submission.
Should you accept, the reward is endless,
If you persevere, the ecstasy senseless
In the Garden you shall eternally dwell,
Promised immunity from the fire of Hell
You will bask in the mercy of His divine pleasure,
And Fatima’s love for you will have no measure.
So come join the caravan of sheer joy and glee,
And sip from the chalice of the Wilayat of Ali!
