The tears appeared,

There was a cry,

In the lap of Mother

I was born, to die

After miserable life:

With a sigh of grief,

I was to leave for my creator,

Ah! Lost my way,

In the dark of sin;

I began to stray.

Now, about to leave

God’s name on lips,

Should not have come;

Since was to pass,

Or earned from life

The virtue, alas!

Copyright © 2001 Khan, Khalid Raza