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!