He was one of the best students of late Sheikh Abdoljavad Adib Neishaboori in Mashad in the field of Persian and Arabic literature. He was a Journalist and started his own printing and publishing company in Mashad with a Heidelberg press purchased during an eventful trip to Europe. Along with his famous poet and politician cousin Mohammad-Taghi Bahar (aka Sabouri), later known as Malek o-sho'ara Bahar and he was editor of his cousin’s newspaper published in Mashad by his printing company called "Now Bahar" from 1915 to 1917. Interestingly, the printing company remains in existence and produces a high circulation daily newspaper "Khorasan" in the same premises and is also available via internet, reporting daily news for Iran's second largest metropolitan region.
Bahar is known as one of the masters of patriotic and political poetry utilizing Khorasani Dialect.
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