Chaar Sahibzaade
A poem about the Four Beloved sons of the Tenth Guru, Guru Gobind Singh
Their birth created joy
Smile on everyone’s lips
Their names brought
mirth and laughter
Baba* Ajit the eldest
Baba Jhoonjhar to follow
Baba Zoravar the third
and the youngest of all
Baba Fateh, darling of all
Little did they know,
what would befall
Upon them like a wall
of bricks and stones
And arrows and shots
But they knew this
that they were Singhs
Ready upon Ready
their hearts were tender
Yet they didn't surrender
The elder two fought
Valiantly as they could
18 was Baba Ajit
16 was Baba Jhoonjhar
But what a fight they fought
Their Spirit shining on the battlefield
Where it seemed like,
A blasting Light
came to fight,
on the other side
Young Baba Zoravar
and Baba Fateh
Bricked alive
9 the elder
and 6 the younger, the darling of all
Despite all promises
of luxury and riches
In return the price was conversion
They remembered though
Sir jaaven ta jaaven,
Mera Sikhi Sidak na Jaaven
If I lose my head so be it,
I shall never give up my Sikhi,
Remembering their roots,
their Origin
Their Creed,
Their very Fabric,
These little Warriors
Didn't give in to greed
The wall of brick finally made,
the little ones still not afraid,
It wasn't long before
their lives, they laid
But I tell you,
They are very much alive
Their Spirit is shining
Brighter than thousands of suns
Their birth occurred
Their death also occurred
But a mark they left,
the weight of which,
Even mother Earth couldn't bear
*Baba is like a title of respect usually given to wise people in the Sikh Panth.
