the blood of sorrow

constantly runs down

as his father holds him

high above the ground

a child born from love and light

his life he gave

with no sound or fight

his mothers arms

his love did not feel

as the darkness came

so silent and still

his fathers eyes

in his did see

the love and light

given by thee

no sound did come

as the blood ran down

a life so small

so fragile so sound

to his chest

the child he embraced

death did come

if only for his grace

a child so small

a message to me

his life taken

what was never to be

but his purpose wholly fulfilled

a life of sorrow

a life so short lived

but in death he did his deed

he gave his life

he was Shaheed

so in his honor our voices high

shout his name

up to the sky

give our child

could we do this deed

give our child