My Sudreh is in tatters
My Kushti almost in pieces
Oh Shah e Iran when will you summon me afore your eyes?
I am separated from you by a hundred skies.,
You Atash e Vazisht, you Fire of yore
Bestower of boons, to you I do implore.
Though I am far away, still I know you are near.
I only have to close my eyes to feel you here.
You Atash with soul, twelve hundred years old !
I bow to you in my mind each night and every day
I am in your presence this moment.. Now
I know you can hear me, every word I pray.
You giver of Light and Life to Zarthostis
You bringer of boons, destroyer of animosities.
You beauty of Beauties, Shah en Shah of Shahs
You Shah e Iran, to me YOU JUST ARE !
And to think ..once at you r threshold
My ancestors had knelt with piety untold !
I can feel their presence when I am at your door
Its like they are here now, like they were once before.
The Paevand they created once upon a time with you
Comes down to me, and from me to You.
It’s a cycle that I pray my seed will carry on
And from my seed may that Paevand be re-born.
I instruct and command my seed to be faithful to you
To be soldiers ever vigilant in the service of you.
Be ever prepared in faith to your Sovereignty
God forbid if they are not.I condemn them to eternity.
Oh Shah e Iran I feel such love for you
And I know every single Zarthosti feels it too.
But most are coy, many will not admit
But in your mighty presence, every mighty one will submit.
I am not coy to air my Love for you
Like a Sufi mad, I must say I adore you.
You are the Grace of my Maker manifest in earthly form
I’ve been in your arms since the day I was born.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I was born-again in your
Palace bright
( my Naujote)
With H. Mirzaji binding me firmly in your light.
(Because no flashes are allowed) my Navjote photos are obscure
But that day of my promise to you, will forever endure.
That Paevand that Khareno Naryosang established with Thee
On Ruz Adar, Mah Adar, 90 AY, did he.
And to this earth he brought forth your Glory
For all the world, but most for his tribe..his little community.
Sixteen Fires did he purify and consecrate
That Naryosang, the champion, the great !
And the last ..Atash e Vazisht
He culled of lightening from the sky
And the sandal it softly kissed.
The sky went dark, the Manthra was strong
The Fire of Heaven came down and Lo.Pak Iranshah was born !
The moment you were born your journey began,
You traversed far and wide upon Indian land.
At Sanjan you glowed for years (669) six sixty nine
Then for twelve years you blazed in the caves of Bahrot, ever sublime.
In the forests of Vansda you spent years fourteen
Then at Navsari you shone for another three thirteen( 313 )
For three years then, you made Surat your abode
Then back for five years, to Navsari you rode.
Finally with great majesty and dignity
You glowed in my beloved Udvavda now, and for all eternity !
An ode to you Pak Sahib, would be incomplete
Without mention of your truest servants indeed.
Those two dynasties of your chosen Dasturs
Whose lineage served you with their every thought , word and deed !
From one Holy Nagan Ram came the pious Hormazdyar Mirza
From one Nek Khushed Kamdin came the great Kaikobad.
Twenty generations of theirs served our Emperor
In all piety, faith and furore.
And to imagine all the Barshnums that were taken
What faith, what a sense of duty and dedication !
These Mobedaan, more soldiers than Priests
Ever vigilant, resisting greed and temptation !
I’ve heard it said from the horses mouth
That if the Boiwala came to confess and tell
Of forty winks at the time of the midnight Boi
“To be told instead , “Hey, but I heard the Bell” !
Oh Naab( pure ) Sahib, how mysterious your aura be
May your glory for-ever and ever be.
May your divinity forever on Zarthostis shine
And sorround the true faithfuls through the annals of time.
So when will you call me to your door
I cannot take this parting anymore.
I really need to see your face
So full of love, your Majesty and Grace !
When I am in your house I am happy as a child
When its time to leave, tears well in my eyes.
Its amazing how I miss you when I am far
Strange and strong truly are these ties!
So when will you call me, Your Majesty ?
When will I your Fire once again, behold and see?
I need to be in your presence soon Pak Sahib
And recharge this failing battery.
Just as Khorshed Yazad produces solar energy
Gives life and makes things glow and grow.
Your rays they penetrate every Zarthosti
That comes into thy vicinity.
It is your glory that’s taken a tribe 100,000 strong
From history’s page onto the world stage.
And if anyone dares deny this fact
They are wrong, Oh so very wrong !
And so I sing my song to Thee
Captivated by your Fire, its mystery.
As I look forward to the day I will be at your door
And miss you no more, no more.
Before I end my wish to you I make known
When I am old and grey and on my own.
Please bring me to you where each day I can see your face
In your town I’ll make my final resting place.
My Sudreh is in tatters
My Kushti almost in pieces
Oh Shah e Iran when will you summon me afore your eyes?
I am separated from you by a hundred skies.
By a humble servant of Pak IranShah
P. J. Contactor
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