Here we present you a poem in praise of this virtuous lady composed in English by Iranian poet, Dr. Hassan Najafi:

In the House of the Prophet whoever takes birth

Unique under the sky and is conspicuous on earth.

Fatema her name, Ma'soumah her repute;

A person with qualities out of dispute,

Her father is the Seventh Imam -- Kazem

Ethereal her spirit and so her person,

Divine flame it is that flickers on their wicks;

This is a distinction of the House that licks.

Knowledge too is born with their birth

As canopied by the sky is the earth.

She looks above, her father is Imam

She looks around, her brother is Imam

She looks down, her nephew is Imam

Looks relax at her person, gain heavenly balm.

Love of brother in a desire daringly ran

Set her on a journey to Iran.

The caravan proceeded and was targeted as prey

From ambush miscreants assaulted the way.

The traveler were left in consternation,

Ma'soumah too was not an exemption.

All made their way to Qom

The city became her eternal home.

In Medina came a Muslim scholar

In need of answers doubts to clear

Her father, the Imam, was then absent

The visitor disappointed, but after him she sent.

When the questions were known to her

One by one --all she gave him the answer.

She was then only seven years old,

The visitor later saw the Imam and the story told.

The Imam testified the accuracy of her answers;

This House inherits the knowledge -- none differs.

During her stay in Qom miracles appeared

Sick came, upon his return sickness disappeared.

A Jewish family once came to her,

Became Muslims, when she cured their blind daughter,

Imam Reza has said: “Heaven is her slot

Whoever visits his sister’s grave on that spot.”

From every corner pilgrims come --;

Proof of Truth in its true sum,

Everyone is returned satisfied

In matter paid, in moral dignified.