Yam Dahil Bab (Beside the Lifter of the Door)

يم گبة الذهب نتلاگه أحباب

By the golden dome, we meet as loved ones

ميت لو عدل يم داحي الباب

Dead or alive, beside the Lifter of the Door

من اگعد بصحنه

When I sit in his courtyard

جن گاعد بجنة

It is as though I am sitting in Paradise

العافية چنه

It is vitality itself

يا بويه شجماله

O our father, how beautiful it is

تاخذني جم نسمة

How many breezes carry me away

وتحسدني جم نجمة

And how many stars envy me

شنهي الگمر يمه؟

What is the moon beside him?

لا، مامش مثاله

No, there is nothing like him

ترى الدنيا بالصحن يبدي كل هواها

The whole world, in the courtyard, begins all its love

وطن گبته، وطن للشمس وضواها

His dome is a homeland, a homeland for the sun and its light

صفن كلشي بي، صفن بعيونه وحلاها

Everything there stands transfixed, transfixed by his eyes and their beauty

مثل رسمة ما لگن، ربه بي تباها

Like a portrait whose equal was never found, his Lord took pride in him

يبرد كل تعب يم عطره الهاب

Every weariness cools beside his wafting fragrance

ميت لو عدل يم داحي الباب

Dead or alive, beside the Lifter of the Door

يم گبة الذهب نتلاگه أحباب

By the golden dome, we meet as loved ones

ميت لو عدل يم داحي الباب

Dead or alive, beside the Lifter of the Door

والما يحب حيدر

Whoever does not love Haydar

مثل اليتيه ببر

Is like one lost wandering the wilderness

عمر وگبر يخسر

He loses both his lifetime and his grave

ما تسوه حياته

His life is worth nothing

علي وإنت من هلي، يا بوي وإمامي

Ali, you are from my own family, O my father and my Imam

يا إيليا، يا علي، يا أحلى الأسامي

O Iliya, O Ali, O most beautiful of names

عشگ من الأولي، وعالفطرة كلامي

A love from the eternal beginning, and my words upon the fitrah

علي، والما حب علي ما يسوه سلامي

Ali, and whoever does not love Ali is not worth my Salam

يتلگاه لهب، والعافك عاب

Flames will meet and disgrace whoever forsakes you

ميت لو عدل يم داحي الباب

Dead or alive, beside the Lifter of the Door

يم گبة الذهب نتلاگه أحباب

By the golden dome, we meet as loved ones

ميت لو عدل يم داحي الباب

Dead or alive, beside the Lifter of the Door

كونك علي تطري

If only, Ali, you would come to me

من أنزل بگبري

When I descend into my grave

إي والله يا عمري

Yes, by God, my beloved

هنيالي وتجيني

How blessed I would be if you came to me

بديني يسألوني

They will ask me about my religion

ولمن ينشدوني

And when they question me

تنظر لك عيوني

My eyes will look toward you

وي هالزلمة ديني

My religion is with this man

توج بالگبر شمع وتخفف ظلامه

You become a candle in the grave and lessen its darkness

وتطش فوگي كل دمع باچي بالخدامة

And scatter over me every tear wept in your service

ومن النار إلي منع تكتب بالسلامة

And from the Fire that is forbidden, write me among those kept safe

بجوازي تحط طبع يعبر بالقيامة

Place a stamp upon my passport that lets me pass on the Day of Resurrection

الله إلنه وهب حب أبو تراب

God gifted us the love of Abu Turab

ميت لو عدل يم داحي الباب

Dead or alive, beside the Lifter of the Door

يم گبة الذهب نتلاگه أحباب

By the golden dome, we meet as loved ones

ميت لو عدل يم داحي الباب

Dead or alive, beside the Lifter of the Door

عيشت گبل فقرة

I lived through that (your love) during my younger times

لچن على الفطرة

But it was upon the fitrah

عالحلوة والمرة

Through sweetness and bitterness…

نذكرك يعرفونه

We mentioned you, and they knew it

وتناشد الجورة

We would ask the neighbours

ونگول ميسورة

And say it so simply

چي عدنه إلك صورة

Because we had a picture of you

عالحايط يبونه

They had put it upon the wall for us

گبل صورة إلك شفت متروسة محنة

Long ago I saw your picture, overflowing with affection

زغير آني، ما عرفت ياهو شيگرب إلنه

I was young, and I did not know what relation you were to us

وآنه والله حسبت واحد من أهلنه

By God, I thought you were one of our own family

كبرت آني ودريت صدگ إنت من أهلنه

I grew older and realised, truly, you are from our family

ارزقني الأدب وفطرة شياب

Grant me the manners and the fitrah of the elders

ميت لو عدل يم داحي الباب

Dead or alive, beside the Lifter of the Door

يم گبة الذهب نتلاگه أحباب

By the golden dome, we meet as loved ones

ميت لو عدل يم داحي الباب

Dead or alive, beside the Lifter of the Door

چف لعلي يقاتل

The palm of Ali is of a fighter

وچف يطعم السائل

The same palm which feeds the needy

كافل وأبو كافل

A protector, the father of a protector

ومخلف له كافل

And leaving behind another protector

سيد على السادة

A master above the masters

وقائد على القادة

And a leader above the leaders

ومشرب أولاده

Who nurtured his children

من صدر المراجل

From the milk of courage

گمر خلف الگمر، تشهد له الگناطر

A Moon fathered the Moon, the arches bear witness to him

عطش گلبه يم نهر، مثله ماكو صاير

His heart thirsted beside a river, nothing like it has ever happened

بوكت شح المطر، غيم عالعساكر

When rain became scarce, he was a cloud over the soldiers

فخر، والنعم فخر، كلها تگله تامر

Pride, and what a pride, all of them tell him, "Command us"

الوالاه كسب ما لذ وطاب

Whoever takes him as Wali gains all that is sweet and good

ميت لو عدل يم داحي الباب

Dead or alive, beside the Lifter of the Door

يم گبة الذهب نتلاگه أحباب

By the golden dome, we meet as loved ones

ميت لو عدل يم داحي الباب

Dead or alive, beside the Lifter of the Door