Islamic
O Gracious place of Mashhad From your lit streets there came A man of written promise Who never wanted fame The hopes and fears of mankind were hidden in his breast lifting us from coldness to the heartbeat in his chest Whispering words of Darood gently in our ears slowly calming fearful breaths and eyes so full of tears O my blessed Imam I long to be with you I read your words and realise your message ever true Gone from sight dear Imam You're words are 'ere alive for surely man and message no man can e'er divide.