Particles of Dust Fall Off Your Sandals

Poetry

Particles of dust fall off your sandals
They become the crowns on the heads of the moving stars

As he blesses thieves like us with his generosity
The load on the back transforms in to golden robes

The doorstep of my master is that upon which
Grazed are the foreheads of leaders

My Eisa, may I be sacrificed on you
Wrongdoings are the doings of the ill

O Criminals keep your eyes smiling in hope
Burning coal become flowers in this court

O Criminals keep your eyes smiling in hope
Burning coal become flowers in this court

Lives and hearts they sacrificed at your feet
How fortunate is the fate of your friends

In honesty, fairness, generosity and courage
These four are famous in all four corners (of the world)

For saluting Ali in the battlefield
The heads of the swords remain bowing

A servant of such masters am I Raza
Respect and honor of my masters flies high!

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Kalaam written by Sayyidi Ala Hazrat Imam Ahmad Rida Khan (Allah is pleased with him), translated by Mufti Zahid Hussain al-Qadri