The Legacy of a Martyr

He who dies a death so sweet

hath a death of utmost pride

In heaven lies his enviable seat

lost from site yet natures guide

Does none see the moral of the deed

Tis certainly not o sigh an heave

tis a sign to wake an sow  a seed

            To do something err you leave

Though he's passed yet he lives

tranced breath his body is dead

Lo ! is it not the soul that gives

Charm to the brook the flowery bed

Oh father, oh brother, oh love so sweet

Though you'v departed far from sight

We pledge to thee till lasts our beat

To trample evil under our feet

Original

Saadat

(Islamabad)

(Vintage from personal files)