A collection of the purest text and Beautiful sayings about Imam Reza (AS) For Instagram captions, posts and stories
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I see your lovers, the tears of your pilgrims,
I wish to wear the clothes of your servants
I owe you all my property
Jun Javadet, sir, I love you very much.
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O strange acquaintance, O Ismat the eighth, O Gharib al-Gharba, O Shams al-Shams and O my master!
The alleys of Neyshabur still smell of your fragrant words.
Every day the sun of Khorasan hurts his tiny golden chest with joy
And the multitude of its golden seeds sprinkles on the sanctuary from above the sky,
The dove of the heart, making excuses, flies towards your sanctuary
And he goes to the seeds of love that he sprinkles for him
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My lost heart was found
Leave Reza’s trust
And if my heart stops beating
Take him to meet Reza
Maybe I wanted to
Let me be his slave
Everyone said it was impossible, but
I am happy with Mohalat Reza
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The text of the speech about Imam Reza
I have trained your eyes many times to see you in a dream one day.
I have cried many times. I have tied my hair to all the windows of this court.
Accept my vow to dust all your pavements with my eyelashes.
Be receptive if suddenly my heart, my soul pulls a feather from my chest like a dove and turns to your garlands.
If I die next to this steel window, forgive me.
Let me become dust in the corners of the shrine.
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Doves of honor are each a leaf from the book of your grace;
They fly over my head and tell me secrets with their mute language
And they tell me: We found our paradise. Think about yourself.
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When you fell today, the ground fell
The sky fell to the earth, the throne fell to the ground
In the middle of the street, as soon as your body trembled
Suddenly, Al-Amin’s wings and full of spirit fell to the ground
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Reza Jan, I have known you since childhood.
That time when my father would pick me up and put me on his shoulder.
to kiss a shell where your body rests painfully like a pearl;
And with all my passion, I used to kiss innocently on the shrine.
Dear Reza Jan, I say pure, simple, and lovingly:
When you came, you made love white on all the dignified people, and when you left, the eyes of love became dark and cold.
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In the paradise of love and next to the luminous bed of Shams al Shams,
Khosrow Iglim Tous, Shah Anis Al-Nufus,
Hazrat Imam Reza, peace be upon him, we are praying for you.
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Now make me fly.
Right now, I want to be away.
My heart is the sky of your home.
The pond in the yard wants your east windows.
Do a miracle now.
Right now, my heart is on fire.
My hand is a begging destiny, my eyes are the sight of a flood of sorrow.
My dreams are reaped in the endless regrets of the world.
My prayers are with folded hands on the bed of the disease in death.
I greet you, O doctor, O Messiah, look at me for a moment.
The sound of your intercession should bring joy in my lonely season.
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Although the present and the day of the earth and time are bad
A piece of heaven is in the arms of Mashhad
Even the angel who came to Pabus
It is as if he hesitates between going and staying
This is not Medina, no, this is not Medina
So whose perfume smells like Muhammad?!
Even if you have reached the end of the line
Here’s to a fresh start for love
Where the sky meets the earth
A place that is between the world and the people
Bring here any heartbreak
This is the paradise of the city of God, the city of Mashhad
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The text of the speech of Imam Reza Saber Khorasani
Pray in your sanctity
Do you like your dome, make an appointment
My hands are already empty, give me a souvenir
I am poor, give me a piece of bread for charity
No beggar passed by you empty-handed
It is not wise for anyone to become crazy in Mashhad
From the warmth of the tail, the Messiah becomes the owner of the tail
Without you, Hazrat Khursheed, I get cold
Bread is provided to eat and take away
Am I just too much? Is it missing from your table?
We are thirsty, our sea is in front of you
Wherever we are, we have one foot in front of you
What does the tarry eyes want to do with this shrine?
What does the patient want to do with the steel window?
What do you want to do with a rope?
So answer him, what does he want to do?
The steel window has brought you the patient
You answer it, the doctor has answered it
I have been a pilgrim in this shrine once
The time of death and the pressure of the grave and the day of Mahsram
You said yourself that you will beg me
You promised, I will take your mother’s name
I burned in your love in the sun, don’t extinguish me
Don’t forget my death when I was alone
Unlike the hand, my eyes are fuller than these words
The water of your drinking fountains is hotter than these words
Getting caught is faster than these words
Bread without your love is more like a brick than these words
The whole world fits in your porch
It gets tied up sooner than it needs to be said
I would like to be with you, will you allow me?
Do you allow me to be a beggar?
Do you allow me to include Lotf Reza?
I will be with you for a night in Karbala, will you allow me?
Whoever is your pilgrim, you will end it well
It will fall, if you make it zahir
You walked and they built Iran under your feet
They made a piece of Iranian soil Khorasan
Despite you, they made Muslims in this country
You are the kind they made in response to Salman
We showed ourselves in flower maintenance
We are forever indebted to our women
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He was leaning on your dome
He meditated on your name
He needed your intercession like this
The “sun” that was staring at the sanctity
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Bab al-Jawad, the rain is unspeakable
Permission to penetrate the lips of friends is unspeakable
Hundreds of thousands of pilgrims and lovers in the courtyard
The breadth of courtesy to Shah Khorasan is unspeakable
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Sir, we look forward to your honor
Head over the wall and the same green window
He used to say: Nestern’s grief is the guarantor of the deer
Mayim and sad and the same green window
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The story of Imam Reza’s speech
or Imam Reza (a.s.)
It is not our hand
If we are holding hands
Fatima asked that,
We are in a mess
to look
Find our hearts with a prayer,
which is captured by the worm and
Our way of benevolence
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Like a dove, I come to water and a grain of good heart
Thirsty, cracked, in need of a happy home
I want the sun, the air is in your dome
He didn’t come back again, he was in Mashhad
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You put your hand on the most bordering point of your existence
A lost feeling slowly begins to sprout and you say hello,
Your eyes become drunk watching the golden dome.
You smell until your lungs are filled with the aroma of presence.
The kind look of Imam Reza and the feeling of freshness covers your tired thoughts.
Are you whispering under your breath, or are you paying attention to me?
You left your heart in the shrine and tied it to the shrine of Imam Reza
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