Color of Hope
the power of hope a journey throught faith, struggle and resilience. O thunderbolts shining like lightning in the brown clouds in the sky, the stars of the sky, your delightful radiance, O misty peaks of the high mountains talking to the sky! the majestic trees of the mountains! O charming vines of the high hills! Why do you seem more delightful than the trees and green fields and rippling streams near us? Because you are far away from us. It is this distance that has given you this beauty. It is from this distance that your blue color has delighted our eyes, so what is far away in our life is what makes us happier.
Divine Light
What is that thing? Is it reason? Which everyone considers the highest. Can it assure us of future happiness? Not at all! Its field is very narrow. If the sun runs a long way, it has access to nature, which is in front of everyone. O hope, the only beautiful daughter of certainty with a bright face! This divine light is with you. You alone comfort us in our times of trouble.
You alone help us in our times of trouble. Thanks to you, the most distant joys seem very close to us. With your help, we cross the difficult and difficult valleys of life. Because of you, our dreams awaken. With your blessings, happiness, fame for happiness, bravery for fame, generosity for bravery, love for generosity, goodness for love, goodness, goodness is ready for goodness. All the qualities and all the virtues of man are subject to you and obedient to you.
Never Let Down
When that first sinful man fell into the clutches of Satan and all the virtues left him and all the evils surrounded him, you alone were with him. You alone did not let this hopeless man despair, you alone did not let this heart trapped in death die. You alone brought him out of humiliation and then raised him to that high position where the angels prostrated him.
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All The Blessing Due to You
The good Prophet, who suffered and was beaten by his people for hundreds of years, was consoled by your beautiful face. When that first disbeliever was swept away by the waves of the storm and saw nothing but despair, you were the one who pulled his boat through the storm and made his raft cross. The blessed peak of Mount Judi is honored by your name. The green olive branch that reached the beak of the faithful dove like a message of connection, whatever blessing there is is due to you.
Hope of Hopeless
O light of the heavens and O comfort of hope of the hopeless! From your lush and green garden comes the fruit of every labor. You alone have the medicine for every pain. From you comes relief in every sorrow. Wandering in the desolate forests of the intellect, the weary traveler seeks the shade of the green trees of your dense garden. The cool breeze there, the melody of the melodious animals, the waves of the flowing streams give comfort to his heart. It revives his dead thoughts. All thoughts are removed from the heart and the imaginary joys of distant times are all present.
Light of the Mother and Baby
Look, the helpless child sleeps in the cradle. His troubled mother is busy with her work and even shakes the cord of this cradle. The hand is in the work and the heart is in the child and with her tongue she lulls him like this. Surah Sleep, my child, O idol of your father and the coolness of my heart, sleep, sleep.
Sprout of heart
O sprout of my heart, grow and flourish, May autumn never come upon you, May no thorn ever sprout in your branch, May no difficult hour come to you, May you not see any misfortune that your parents suffered, sleep, my child, sleep, the light of my eyes and the delight of my heart, my child, sleep, your face will be brighter than the moon, Your character will be better than your father.
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Ownership
Your fame, your ability, your love that you will have for us will finally comfort our hearts. The laughter will brighten our dark house. Your sweet, sweet words will dispel our sorrow. The voice will be a pleasant melody for us, Sleep, my child, sleep. O plants of our hopes, sleep.
Tell me, what will you do when we are separated from you in this world? You will stand by our lifeless corpse. will ask and we will say nothing. You will cry and we will show no mercy. O my dear weepers! You will come to our heap and cheer our souls. Oh, we will not be there and you will shed tears in our memory.
You will remember your mother’s loving face, your father’s radiant face. Oh, this is our sorrow that at that time, remembering our love, you will be sad. Sleep, my child, sleep. Sleep, my dear, sleep.
Mother and child
These are the joys of hope that the mother had when the child could not even speak. But when he grew a little older and began to delight his mother’s heart with innocent laughter and learned to say “Ammaan Ammaan”. His sweet voice began to reach his mother’s ears in incomplete words. He was able to ignite the fire of love for his mother with tears.
Then he became concerned with school. At night, he began to recite the lesson of the day to his mother with a sad heart. And when he got up in the shade of the stars, washed his hands and face, stood in the morning prayer with his parents and began to call on the name of God with his innocent heart, innocent tongue, and unfeigned thoughts, how much more did the joy of hope increase.
How happy his parents are to see true sympathy from this innocent chest, and it is our dear hope that remains with us from the grave to the grave.
Old man Cries
Look, that old man, blind, sits in his house and cries. His beloved son has disappeared from the flock of sheep. He searches for him but cannot find him. It is disappointed but his hope is not broken. He sees his teeth covered with blood, but he does not despair of finding him. It is dry from hunger. He is miserable from grief. His eyes have turned white from crying. There is no happiness with him but only one hope that has kept him alive in the hope of reunion and happy in this thought.
The Innocent Prisoner
Look, that innocent prisoner, locked in seven cellars in a dark well. His face, shining like the sun, is yellow. He is imprisoned in the hands of people of a foreign country, a foreign religion. The grief of his old father shocks his soul. The separation from his dear brother makes his heart sad. The suffering of the prison, his loneliness, the darkness of this house and the thought of his innocence on it make him very sad. At that time, there is no companion for him. But O ever-living hope! His joy is in you.
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The Soldier
That brave soldier stands on the battlefield, exhausted by the march on the chariot, thousands of dangers are ahead, but all are strengthened by you. On the battlefield, when the ranks of the brave stand still and the battlefield is a deserted world, there is a strange kind of fear-filled courage in the hearts.
And when the time for battle comes and the sound of the battle trumpet reaches the ears of the brave soldier. he raises his eyes and looks at the battlefield with great bravery, completely fearless. And when the swords and bayonets that flash like lightning are before his eyes and he hears the sound of the cannons that thunder like clouds and rain fire like a fiery mountain.
At the timewhen he sees his comrade lying on the ground covered in blood, then O strength of the arms of the brave. And O mother of bravery. The thought of victory strengthens their hearts because of you. Their ear hears the sound of your song from the flute.
Welfare of nation
He, thirsty for national good, worries about the welfare of his nation. He burns his heart day and night, always seeks good plans. In search of them, he takes a long journey, meets lonely people. He finds his meaning in everyone’s speech. In times of trouble, he asks for help with great despair. He finds enemies in those whose welfare he wants. Citizens call him savage. Friends and acquaintances call him crazy. Scholars show fear of the fatwas of disbelief. Brothers, dear relatives, all explain and then keep quiet after reading this poem.
Whose words do they listen to? Brother Syed, some are crazy.
Companions support each other, but by saying yes, staying away from hard work and heartbreak. They sympathize a lot, but by separating the house from the house. The heart is always restless. He does not find anyone like himself. The heart does not rest on anyone.
But O comfort of restless hearts and O strength of broken souls. You are with us at all times, you are the comfort of our hearts, you are the companion of our difficult destinations. With your strength, we will reach our destination. Because of you, we will find the essence of our purpose, and the beloved of our hearts and the beloved “Hope” of our Mahdi, always be the comfort of our hearts.
Lamp of life
O ever-living hope. While the lamp of life flickers and the sun of worldly life is shining brightly. There is no warmth in the hands and feet. The complexion fades. The face is covered with a manly breast. Air meets air, water meets water, and soil meets soil, then with your support, that difficult hour becomes easy.
At that time, this yellow face and slowly moving lips and carelessly closing eyes and a heart drowning in the river of negligence have your memory. Your luminous face is visible. Your voice comes to the ear and a new spirit and fresh joy are obtained and there is hope for a new eternal life in which there will be an eternal joy.
The Time become Easy
This time of suffering becomes for us the time of the arrival of spring because of you. The hope of this eternal happiness forgets all worldly sorrows and physical pains and turns the evening of sorrow into a morning of joy. Although death always tells us that death is a very scary thing.
Final Thoughts
Oh, the other world hidden from our eyes in which we have to live forever, where the rays of the sun and the waves of time do not reach. Your path is determined by three things, (1) the blanket of faith. (2) the guide of hope and (3) the ride of death. But the one who has the most strength among all of them is the beautiful daughter of faith whose beloved name is “Hope”.
People say that the unbelievers have no hope in the difficult hour of death, but I see that your kingdom is there too. The one who does not believe in the resurrection thinks that all the sufferings of life are now over and that there is no expectation of any suffering after that. He dies reciting this poem with great patience in the hope of his future, and with great joy in the end of the time of sorrow.
He listened to the difference as much as he could, running, walking, sitting, sleeping and dying.
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