Translation of the Saying:
A group of our helpers narrated that the righteous servant Mansoor Hashemi Khorasani, delivered a sermon for a group of people three years prior to the sedition of Sham and Iraq and said:
“Behold! Be aware that the horizon of west is dark with black clouds. Soon a red storm will blow over you and will rage your land. It will neither leave a roof to take shelter under it nor a wall to hide behind it! At that time, the nation of Mohammad will wish to give half of its youth and find Mahdi in a valley from the valleys of the Hejaz! Behold, O you the ignorant nation! What are you looking for?! and who are following?! Your leader is Mahdi. The calmness of your nights and the cheerfulness of your days is Mahdi. Your lasting happiness and the sweetness of your time is Mahdi. The fortune of your life and your salvation in the Hereafter is Mahdi. So what is preventing you from going to him?! Or who caused you to not need him?! … Do you think you will see justice or gain integrity in his absence? Or do you think you will have safety or happiness in his absence? No, I swear to God, then no, I swear to God. You will take these wishes to your graves as your ancestors took them to their graves. Because God has not put any benefit in his agent’s absence and has not created any blessing in sovereign ruling of anyone other than him. I am telling you the truth: In his absence, your bellies will stick to your backs and you will sleep on brushwood! You will be angry in the morning and at night and will wish death! Your homes will become vacant and your markets will be closed! Farms will grow thorns and fruit trees will dry! Livestock herds will be scattered and there will be no one to gather them. Your heads will have lice and your hands will be muddy! Your cities will be destroyed and your villages will be abandoned! No one will pass through your alleys and no one will knock your doors! Your qanats will not have water and snakes will nest in your wells! Wolves will revolve in your squares and owls will cry on your towers! Spiders will weave webs on your windows and toads will croak in your ponds! You will reside in dark valleys and will take shelter at the summit of mountains! You will hide in gap of cliffs and your companions will be desert lizards! Smoke will go up to the sky from your land and its fire will not put out! Your enemies will dominate over you and Satans of east and west will consume you! They will not hear the crying of your children and will not have mercy on your crippled elders! They will divide your belongings and will sell lottery tickets for your women! They will not bury your dead, rather will leave them for their dogs.
Behold, O people! Do not haste for what is contingent on moments! The world is getting near to its end, and the time of promises has come. Soon the time of the absence which you consider it calm, will go berserk like a spring drunk camel and will plunge its sharp teeth into your eyes. I swear to God that my body and life is in His hand that what I am saying is not poem and is not considered an exaggeration in speech...