Mohammad Hosain Shahriyaar Tabrizi was a contemporary Persian poet who one midnight at his home, composed the following poem in praise of Hadrat Ali (PBUH). That same night, a very prominent Shi'ah Marja', Aayatullah Mar'ashi Najafi in the city of Qom, while sleeping had a dream that the known poet, Shahriyaar, was reciting a poem in front of Hadrat Ali (PBUH); the Aayatullah woke up and quickly wrote down the poem which he remembered completely.

Hossain's beloved daughters

O' father! Without the flower of your face, my face from life, I have turned;

Since choosing you as my ever beloved, my hands from both worlds, I have washed.

Remember? Your body in the murder-cavity, I did not recognize!

I bowed to find the ring on your finger, as the indicating sign.

Found not, neither the ring nor the finger, searched and searched!

Then I asked of you, from aunt Zaynab, so grieved, so distressed.

By staring at that decapitated body, closeness to Allah, I was seeking;

A message for the Shi'ah, from that cut holy throat, I was seeking.

But I remembered, myself was a Shi'ah! So From sorrow, I burned;

And from your message, all commands until eternity, I received.

Standing next to your killed body, from sadness, I was dying;

By placing my lips on that cut throat, a new life, I was finding.

My painful body, the lashes of whips were kissing;

For journey provisions, your body, I was kissing.

For loving you, slapped my face so much, the enemy;

I turned blue, bluer than the blue morning-glory.

Your head became a guest in the house of Khooli, in Kufah that day;

Covered by ashes, you became, and I, ash gray, since that gloomy day.

When she saw your head on spear, my baby sister;

She was dying, and I grieved for that baby sister.

Blissful was my baby sister, seeing your head, and death she embraced;

And I! Hard-hearted was I, staying, and your grave, I have embraced.

This is me and this non-deserving soul, I sacrifice for the grounds of your goal;

For, you will never ever think, a beloved other than you, I ever chose.

In that gold tray, Qur'an so beautifully, you were reciting;

Wished to melt in your tears, and inside, I was combusting.

O' the oppressed king! You heard yourself, said that oppressor:

I sought my revenge from the progeny of the Messenger!!!

O' the Disappeared "Divine Proof" of times!
in your admiration, inexpressive are all tongues.

O' the shadow of Divine Mercy and Grace!
O' the chosen lord of Heavens and earths!

Ever-existing's (Allah's) beauty

appeared, When manifestation of the Beloved, from the face of Ali;

found brightness, every particle, from the beautiful face of Ali.

In the terrestrial world, moments come and go and if we believe that we

are of this world, then where will our hopes and dreams go?!

When I rose that morning -Ramadan the 15th , year 3 A.H.- in the sky of Medina, at first I was joyful and lightful just because it was another day in the blessed month of Ramadan, but once I looked at the house where I always got my light from, I knew that something was different; the Angels were everywhere and the simple house of love was brighter than ever.

Shining smile of the dawn, from the east, appeared;



dark color of the night, from the face of sky, disappeared.

The sky Gallery of Ghadir

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Mirror of God’s grace

Ghadir, it is, and the world is filled with happiness

Existence is immerged in gladness and eagerness;

Singing melody of beings in heavens

Reaches down to earth, from up in heavens;