The Heavens salute its Master… the birth of Imam Mojtaba
Tonight’s a night, what a night
Descends from Heavens a light
Glorious in all his might
And beauty adores his sight
A night like this, what became!
Lit is an immortal flame
He puts all beauty to shame
Born with an eternal name
To a cradle of light, born
Injustice’s veils torn
On Earth a heavenly dawn
Upon it, Hassan is drawn
With three God blessed you Hassan
Born one of Ali’s children
Raised by the best of women
Master of youth in Heaven
There’s something about you, sweet
So patient during deceit
With Hussain, two Heavens meet
Beneath your mother’s two feet
Your name Ahmed’s heart would wear
You climbed on his back in prayer
Showing the world, together
That two moons the sun held dear
You resembled Mohammed
It’s only fair that you led
One reason you faced hatred:
Within his footsteps you tread
Known as Hassan the patient
You conquered each bereavement
Your name, of life, transient
Millions from you have learnt
Hassan, symbol of patience
You are not just Heaven’s prince
In your light and ambience
You’re Heaven’s very fragrance
Held, he gazed into Ali’s eyes affectionally,
Whilst adored him and showed him affection, Ali,
This newborn had such an effect on Ali… that it made him recall Mohammed his Master