A Flower is Born

On that day a heavenly delegation descended to the house of Rasul and Khadijah,

With a rose from heaven - a gift for their dedication to the religion,

A child whose praiseworthy qualities would be mentioned constantly by the creatures,

One whose pleasure would earn the source the blessings of Allah,

And whose displeasure would earn its source His wrath,

Our source of hope, the lady of matchless faith and features,

The noble Batoul, for Imam Ali the only worthy match,

For whose hand in marriage, the Quraysh would treasures fetch.

She, who was destined to be the mother of the Hasanayn,

The lady of the family which remains faithful to Allah in all the tests,

The mistress of the ladies of the heavens and the earth,

The one whose aura lit up the heavens when she prayed,

A radiant lady of light, a daughter of noble birth and upbringing,

A book of lessons in true submission and piety,

The scented path leading to the ark of salvation and felicity,

For all believers, the epitome of modesty and chastity,

And for all ladies - a role model for their societal duties.

Four worthy ladies from heaven did descend,

To help bring this child whose position with Allah is praised,

The mother of all, Hawa, whose children through Zahra would be saved, and

Um Kulthum, Musa (as)’s sister who braved the Pharaoh’s scrutiny,

Accompanied by lady Maryam, the mother of Prophet Isa’ the anointed,

With Aasiyah - the strong believer - from heaven were appointed.

Amidst a shower of blessings and salutations from the heavens,

The time has come to give the Prophet congratulations,

And Satan groans as his well laid evil plans are torn,

For the heavenly princess, gracious Zahra has been born.