The silent prayer that I oft whispered, 

echoed aloud in my ear; 

as I helplessly rose to leave. 

A little boy, laid crippled by the door, 

with his mother drowning in grief. The child; disabled for life, 

smiled as I walked past him. 

My heart was now burning in sorrow, 

and my tears too weak to extingush the fire. 

In my mind I spoke to you, 

wishing you would reply to me. 

My Beloved; 

I travelled so far; away from home, 

remote from the gracious sincerity of my loved ones. 

I am now a stranger lacking support, 

an exhausted wayfarer afar from my homeland. 

Advancing towards your golden zareeh, 

grasping the pillars, and kissing each one. 

Is this how Al-Redha welcomes his lover, 

who has come all the way to meet his master? 

I, am a peasant; a beggar at your door, 

and a glance at you is all I ask for. 

For your mother's sake, for your beloved Jawad, 

permit me to see you just once. 

A hand on my shoulder, 

who's warmth enriched my vacated spirit, 

guiding me towards the zareeh. 

'Allah is great' - a woman chanted, 

with tears obscuring her vision. 

Her little child - now walking & playing ... 

I saw Al-Redha through a lover's vision, 

through the reflection of his goodness. 

This fulfilled the age long prayer that I had secretly asked for. 

As I leave the holy vicinity of Mashad, 

I have with me the purest souvenir; 

the love of my master thriving forever in my heart.