Poem for Yaum-e-Gham

Conversation between a Pigeon of Baqie and a Pigeon of the Haram of Imam Raza (a)

O You pigeon who is sitting on the golden dome, Flying around the Haram of Imam Raza

I am a pigeon of Baqie, very different from you. Instead of a dome, I rest my head on dust.

Where is your beautiful home and where is this home! Where is the golden dome and where are these ruins!

Over there, the caretakers are polite to visitors. Over here, they drive visitors away from the graves.

Over there, whoever flies becomes a bird of heaven. Over here, whoever flies his wings and feathers become dusty

O You around whom every night hundreds of candles are lit, Tell Imam Raza, are you the 'stranger' or is your mother?

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