I saw you torn… Ali my son
Ali my son… I saw you torn
I saw you on the dust lying
For your father you were crying
Now in my arms you are dying
Ali my son
* * *
Ali I sit here and I gaze into your eyes
I wonder how I shall still live with your demise
This beautiful flower within my two arms lies
Though ripped and torn, you’re still beautiful in my eyes
When you cry out that scream of death, my heart it cries
And Ali when your soul leaves you, my soul shall die
I cry and weep… with death you meet
With death you meet… I cry and weep
I weep on you with tears flowing
My heart can’t bear this grief knowing
That soon from my arms you’re leaving
Ali my son
* * *
Ali my son, for your blood the swords were thirsty
They did not rest until their blades touched your body
Their metal longed to cause for you this tragedy
As I wail they all rest in tranquillity
And with your head broken they returned you to me
Just like they struck the head of my father Ali
I cry for you… Haider and you
Haider and you… I cry for you
I cried when my father told me
That this won’t be the end for me
For one day they’ll take you from me
Ali my son
* * *
You cannot talk to me your thirst has made you weak
But I hear you cry as your blood, to me it speaks
How do I reply to this blood, a way I seek
I reply with the tears that from my two eyes leak
My tears soothe you as they all flow down my cheeks
As I embrace you all my tears with your blood meets
Your death I greet… with me it meets
With me it meets… your death I greet
Death is soon taking you away
Just like the swords upon you prayed
With it, it takes away my days
Ali my son
* * *
God help my two eyes with the things that they have seen
I hold my son in my arms and in pain he screams
I wish it were unreal, a nightmare or a dream
I wish it were anything but the real thing
His tears and blood on my two arms, his head between
As I embrace him and on me in pain he leans
My heart taken… where is patience?
Where is patience… my heart taken
O’ patience with sorrow I stand
Far be it that you’d understand
To hold your dead son in your hands
Ali my son
* * *
He raises his head up and he gazes at me
He says I see Haider bringing water to me
He tells me father, I want you to stay with me
I tell him O’ my son only death stays with me
Ali when I’m alone and no-one’s left with me
I shall welcome Shimr when he sits upon me
I see you die… my soul it cries
My soul it cries… I see you die
When my time comes… to you I’ll come
To you I’ll come… when my time comes
When my head with your head is raised
Into your eyes, my son I’ll gaze
I shall remember all your ways
Ali my son
* * *
(London – 13/05/10)