I’m like a pigeon, I’m longing (for your shrine)
Look how much I’m begging!
It’s due to my mother’s prayer…
That I became a lover of Imam Reda (A.S)
Your Panjereh Foolad (*) is the remedy for every pain
I didn’t see anyone who returned disappointed from here
How do I leave you?!
And breathe without you?!
You are the only compassionate for me, my master!
It’s my wish to come again
And make a salute (to you) in your shrine
You are the reason of my everyday cry
I’ll die without you, O master!
I’m poor, O master!
And coming to your shrine is the Hajj for poor people
O all my family and relations!
My dear master!
I don’t have any sorrow as long as I have you
This is me and my begging hands
O the king of generosity!
I’m under your care and protection
Please invite me again, my master!
To come to your shrine
You are my passion
پر و بال منی
You are my wings to fly
تو خیال منی
You are always in my dreams
You allowed me to come (to your shrine)
Please have a look at the beggar
For I only have you
How do I leave you?!
And breathe without you?!
You are the only compassionate for me, my master!
It’s my wish to come again
And make a salute (to you) in your shrine
You are the reason of my everyday cry
I’ll die without you, O master!
I’m poor, O master!
And coming to your shrine is the Hajj of poor people
O all my family and relations!
My dear master!
I don’t have any sorrow as long as I have you
This is me and my begging hands
I’m seeing your lovers
And tears of your pilgrims
It’s my wish to wear…
The clothes of your servants
I owe all my assets to you
Swear to your Jawad’s soul, I love you so much my master!
I’m like a pigeon, I’m longing (for your shrine)Look how much I’m begging!It’s due to my mother’s prayer…That I became a lover of Imam Reda (A.S)Your Panjereh Foolad (*) is the remedy for every painI didn’t see anyone who returned disappointed from hereHow do I leave you?!And breathe without you?!You are the only compassionate for me, my master!It’s my wish to come againAnd make a salute (to you) in your shrineYou are the reason of my everyday cryI’ll die without you, O master!I’m poor, O master!And coming to your shrine is the Hajj for poor peopleO all my family and relations!My dear master!I don’t have any sorrow as long as I have youThis is me and my begging handsO the king of generosity!I’m under your care and protectionPlease invite me again, my master!To come to your shrineYou are my passionپر و بال منیYou are my wings to flyتو خیال منیYou are always in my dreamsYou allowed me to come (to your shrine)Please have a look at the beggarFor I only have youHow do I leave you?!And breathe without you?!You are the only compassionate for me, my master!It’s my wish to come againAnd make a salute (to you) in your shrineYou are the reason of my everyday cryI’ll die without you, O master!I’m poor, O master!And coming to your shrine is the Hajj of poor peopleO all my family and relations!My dear master!I don’t have any sorrow as long as I have youThis is me and my begging handsI’m seeing your loversAnd tears of your pilgrimsIt’s my wish to wear…The clothes of your servantsI owe all my assets to youSwear to your Jawad’s soul, I love you so much my master!
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