Sky! Come down to the earth
To Congratulate Zahra’s Birth
The Prophet is happy a daughter is born
In the field of ignorance virtue’s corn
A pearl in the heart of 'Mother of Pearl' in the ocean
Away from vulgar sight, safe from vulgar notion
The beauty of her soul to heavens a dole
Its image reflects in her prayers, which her goal.
You are that word, which needs no dot,
Commences the Qur'an by the word beneath it you the dot.
God forbid from your wrath –;
Perdition becomes a ‘Must’ and an ‘Ought’.
In your veneration hangs the grave like a cradle
Else, a hole it emits fire like a volcano hill.
You are the Chapter of the Qur'an
In you is hid ‘plenty’ if one scan.
You rescinded all the customs of ignorance
From you get women their dignity of innocence.
A Prophet of God gets permission to enter your house
Kisses your hand and at your permission goes.
He, not as a father, knows what and who you are
As a prophet goes in submission to the possible far
Your influence breathes from high
If not you, augments the darkness of the sky.
Our crowded mart, our cultivated plain
In your love is saved from Saqifa’s reign.
Your Name is a treasure, which mind to mind bear
Honour is built thereon and thereat rests no fear.
You the virtuous daughter, lost in tears
The Mother of your Father in his helpless years,
You are the essence, you the sense of the Book
Globe rotates hung at your hook.
Hoopoe uttered your name and found Belqis
The bounties of your name are many, one is this.
Blest is that spot where you are remembered,
Blest is that life, which in your veneration encumbered.
You hail from ‘Safa’ and ‘Marwa’
You are the purity of pure in you is the ‘Ka'ba’.
In the warm of Zahra’s care bask
Where is the heaven why to ask?
Shrieks and sorrows wouldn’t load the wind
While dying your love follows behind.