Promised Guests
The precincts of the holy shrine ,
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 ,
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 .
A-S -1384/2/30
The holy shrine of Imam Riza(A.S)
