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Lyrics
The city of Lahore has never been the same
There was tremendous heat emanating from the flames
Sounds of crackling as timber was fed to the blaze
On top, a large hot plate was then laid
Flames so fierce even the fire spirit was in pain
The sky went red, vision smothered by a haze
Dust enveloped the sun and covered its face
Ash settled on the leaves, bees left the flowers
For the people watching on, minutes left like hours
Tears blended with the beads of sweat
Pouring down the cheeks, some felt feeble and weak
The shock ran so deep, they unable to speak
Others trembled at the sight and they fell to their feet
This is a story so unique, one of a piece
That has inspired countless generations of Sikhs
A sacrifice unheard of in the name of peace
This the shaheedi of Guru Arjan Dev Ji
And tears fell from their face
Even the sky wasn’t safe from the flames
The city of Lahore has never been the same
Seeing the colours of the red hot plate
And tears fell from their face
Even the sky wasn’t safe from the flames
The city of Lahore has never been the same
Seeing the colours of the red hot plate
It was the peak of summer
Where it felt like just the breathe was tougher
The Guru was held captive, made to suffer
Kept secret, under wraps, undercover, day 1 of the torture
No food or water was the order
They tried to shake Him and back Him into a corner
But how can I explain the mind of someone so great?
He sat peacefully, used the time to meditate
Day 2 they brought out a big cauldron
Had the Guru sit in it while the water was scalding
Brought sand to extreme heat for day 3
And poured it over Guru Ji, from Their head to Their feet
The greatest tests come in the face of tragedy
Without examples set we’d be destined to be casualties
A smile never left the Guru’s face
Even when it came time to sit on the red hot plate
That’s when tears fell from the people’s face
Even the sky wasn’t safe from the flames
The city of Lahore has never been the same
Seeing the colours of the red hot plate
And tears fell from their face
Even the sky wasn’t safe from the flames
The city of Lahore has never been the same
Seeing the colours of the red hot plate
And now as the end draws nearer
His 5 Sikhs and soldiers escort Him to the river
Wrapped in a blanket, His body covered with blisters
Sadness was in the air as loud as a whisper
His feet badly burnt, a struggle to walk
Leaning on His faithful Sikhs’ shoulder for support
Staying in bliss, unaffected by events of the past week
For us this must be pain but for Him this feels sweet
As He washed His face and Sikhs washed His feet
A rababi passing came to take a seat
He played melodies so sweet and sang in such a way
That great spirits came down to witness the Guru’s last minutes
As thousands gathered from all across the land
His body was placed in the river and never seen again
The world was blessed to see such a beacon for peace
This is the shaheedi of Guru Arjan Dev Ji
And once again tears fell from their face
Even the sky wasn’t safe from the flames
The city of Lahore has never been the same
Seeing the colours of the red hot plate
And tears fell from their face
Even the sky wasn’t safe from the flames
The city of Lahore has never been the same
Seeing the colours of the red hot plate
Written by: L-FRESH The LION
