Such a claim should be discarded in the light of the fact...

Such a claim should be discarded in the light of the fact that when narrating the said tradition, the Imam (‘a) was highlighting the marks that distinguish a mu'min from others, counting ziyarat al-Arba’in as one such mark of distinction. This is what we have already clarified. He was not discussing the rewards due to one who performs such a visit.

Shaikh al-Mufid, in his book Masar al-Shi’a , discusses how commendable and rewardable it is to perform a visit to the Imam's grave on the 20th of Safar. So does ‘Allama al-Hilli in his book Al-Tathkira wal Tahrir . The same applies to Mulla Musin al-Fayz in his book Taqwim al-Muhsinin .

The reason why shaikh al-Baha'i, in his book titled Tawzih al-Maqasid al-Arba’in , suggests the 19th of Safar instead, is based on the tenth day of the Arba’in (forty days) under discussion, something that contradicts what is already established. Hosts reached you in earnest roaring, Rare among the hosts, to defend you. Do not grant any respite to the lowly one; How humiliated was lowliness by Hayder!

And revive the life of uprising anew, Wherein dignity is supported and aided, And draw for the victors a scheme Wherein the thrones of the reckless are annihilated. If a charged hour did not to your call respond It is shamed, and in more times opportune Did it indeed to you respond. Rise and eye the Sacred House, Then cast another look at your shrine: That surely is the greatest pilgrimage: It has become the pride of life and it is rightly so.

Proud of him: the blood of martyrdom is a cause of pride. Whatever elevated your status they sanctified, I hide it as do the oppressed, Yet it surely manifests itself: Authority complained about its luck and missed Its pillars, from abusers who took charge, Blackened, its forehead charred, its pillars Resent those who with it play havoc and conspire, And caliphate no longer knows the Muslims, Abomination therein assails righteousness.

Blackened with a forehead charred In it apes flourished, tigers filled with filth, Its cups on the ears poured its tones, And even during the prayers are cups circulated around! Such farce is renounced by each and every mosque That lost its glory, and it causes every pulpit to cry. So it complains to you, for it then to a hero complains, One who is mindful and vengeful for the sake of reform. Virtues are folded up, how great! This is the mother of virtues every year unfolded!