A moon lit the blessed night
filled the world with a divine light
the stars sparkled in tears of bliss
some fell all the way to earth for a kiss
the soil made a bed of roses ready
to tenderly rock this newborn beauty steady
whose tulip face through the heavens beamed
while angels like bees to his nectar streamed
With satin eyes like those of a gazelle
this child into the ocean of love fell
embraced by all the rays of sun
while the shadows his beauty shun
Slowly blossomed his face smoother then silk
as he was watered with the prophetic milk
a prince of beauty he was yet so wise
every heart clapped by the touch of his eyes
He was the manifestation of Beauty’s essence
annihilated everyone in his loving presence
like a majestic antelope he attracted all yet
no lion dared its teeth into him set
still those who tried were only tamed
at his sweet taste that all bitterness lamed
Like the Messiah pure love filled his breath
a fragrance of musk that sprinkled life upon death
even the blessed Zahra was drunk upon this angelic smell
in the moments when her Yusuf came out from her well
In him dwells the spirit of God
making him the king of mud
as well as the House of God
let us wrap ourselves in the Irham of soul
and as true lovers slowly around him troll
The green poisoned water touched his glowing lips
but behold, it became emerald in alchemy’s eclipse
such is the powerful magic of pure love
that illuminates the dark soul into a white dove
his life to martyrdom was wed
as Eternity wagged time to bed
and so he flew into the depths of Paradise
leaving us behind, drowned in sore cries
His charisma in the Garden is the highest delight
yet he was denied to rest beside the Hashemi knight
instead in Baqee’s graveyard he was put to sleep
and embraced by a dark abyss of night so deep
how the hearts burn to see such a scandal
that this cemetery lacks even one small candle
but worry not…his existence is the torch of Truth
shining through heaven and earth as a moonlike youth
To fully grasp this character divine
contemplate this mystical line,
“If you wish to see God’s beautiful face
then let your eyes upon al-Hassan gaze..”













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Jazak Allah för en vacker föreläsning. Verkligen vackert det du nämnde kring Shaykh Abbas Qomi(RA)
Teoretiskt sätt ja, praktiskt sätt nej. En oren själ är som fängslad i Barzakh i Wadi Barhoot (Yemen) och har ...
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Salam. Det är en bra fråga. Det nämndes i föreläsningen att Barzakh är på denna plats; alltså själarna tas till ...
Salam broder. Du sa här i föreläsningen att den dödes själ kommer att komma till sina familjer då och då. ...