Here we present you an interesting poem on Imam Mohammad at-Taqi al-Jawad (A.S) composed by Dr. Hassan Najafi:
Where will you rest, mad poet, at last
In his love the weary length of life past,
O Peace of mind! We are your love’s guest
The only softest soother of the breast,
Your door alone in our bowl can pour
Dispense your balmy store.
In your love the earth diminishes to our eyes
And stoop down the lofty heights of the skies.
As darker grows the night
Your love’s gleaming light
Emits a brighter ray
Adorns and cheers our way.
When in magnanimity stretches your hand
No one lurks in a sullen gloom over the land.
Bows down with chains to you the mankind
To gain every good in you consigned.
Hasten to pleasure
The earth presents its brightest treasure.
Today is the birth of the Ninth Imam
Stoops down the heaven with all its balm,
You, Reza’s Son and Successor,
And of wisdom’s Possessor,
At tender age you displayed prophetic knowledge,
Like Jesus and John the Baptist you the Sage of your age,
Silver-bearded scholars in your presence smattered
Astounded at the bezels of wisdom you scattered
If not for the Ahl al-Bayt, only rocks and sands are found
And sickly winds forever howl around.
