Slit his throat
Mansoor Naqshbandi
He is going to die, shoot him twice, slit his throat
They won’t forget, hear the cries, slit his throat
Heer wandering in the lanes of Kashmir, said
Where is Ranja, put him on the ice, slit his throat
Ali won’t come to help us, we’re not Hussain
Find your own Yazeed, pay the price, slit his throat
When everything will settle in the Hereafter
God will bring Death to the dais, slit his throat
As you see the beast, out there to kill your child
Don’t hesitate, look into his eyes, slit his throat
Just for the night. He will be back in the morning
Don’t let father see him rejoice, slit his throat
Near the well, one of the brothers whispered:
Throwing Yusuf into it won’t suffice, slit his throat
Death is all around and Mansoor is writing poetry
Hypocrite! Burn what he writes, slit his throat
