Shrine Of The Master

O The Shrine of the Master!
No one else existed like the Master
Guidance perished after him
Death followed it
O his shrine!
May not God’s blessings upon you ever stop
Every evening and every dawn
Like a breeze
To us he was like a rain full of mercy
From which we were nourished
To us he was like a bright star
With whose light we could find our way

Ibn Moshaya