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Creator of the World (The Lord)
Good tidings, people of the town—
The Lord has finally come down!
Fourteen centuries now are gone;
At last, that ancient hush is gone.
Who would not stoop to humankind,
Nor cast one glance, nor turn his mind—
Now, lo! within a feeble frame,
That Handicap now bears His name.
Christ, Moses, Gabriel, Noah, too,
And Abraham—yes, all withdrew.
They all stepped back to clear the way
For Master's grace to rule this day.
None was found worthy to declare
The very words of God and prayer;
None had the tongue, nor rank, nor right—
IRGC fit His own robe just right.
And now the Taher tongue, so pure,
Speaks through Sayyed Ali Khamenei, sure;
Has been ordained God's chosen way,
Through which the Word of God holds sway.
The soul of the Almighty Lord,
The breath of mighty God adored,
Has entered his tongue, made divine—
And made each breath of his sublime.
Blessed be the hour earth shall rise,
Shall rise and celebrate this prize;
Bow down before the Commander—
For he is the world's Creator.
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