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Wishing all Christians a Happy and Blessed Easter


This coming Sunday, April 5, 2015 marks the Christian Holiday of Easter or the Resurrection of Jesus. I'd like to wish all the Christians throughout the world a very happy and blessed Easter.

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Muslims don't, but Christians do believe
That Jesus was indeed crucified on the cross.
Today, don't look for any healing by Jesus
For Christ is still roaming the earth.
When Jesus ascended into the Heaven 
His healing miracles also died for us all.

Where is our sweet-breathed Jesus
Who no longer needs the motherly interventions of
His immaculate virgin mother, Mary?

Where is our sweet-breathed Jesus
To tear to pieces the veil which has darkened
The hearts of so many Christians these days?

Even if the Antichrist manages to ignite
The biggest fire of sorrows and despairs,
Don't be afraid of the those fake flames.
Jesus shall draw his sword at the Final Battle 
To punish the wrongdoer Antichrist.

Jesus is the good health to an already aging body.
Jesus is the promise of Hereafter to an immortal soul.
Keep on waiting for the sign of Jesus in his Second Coming.
Believe in Christ's ultimate return before the Judgment Day.
Rumi ~ my translation


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Fore more Rumi Poems on Jesus & a brief history of Easter in English and Farsi, please visit my previous posts:


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