THE CAPTIVE SIKH WARRIOR'S SONG
Andrew Szepesy (1A) - "Janus" Spring 1953

Where the Sambhur bells,
Where the black bear dwells,
In the mountains high and free,
Is the forest and the crag where I long to be.

Where the tiger roars, and the eagle soars,
Where the wolves do howl, and the panthers growl,
Is the place of the brave and free:
The place where my heart yearns to be.

Now is the time of the soft white snows,
The time when, hard and free, the cold wind blows.
Here as a captive it is nice and warm,
But rather would I be out in the storm.
In this place it is luxury,
But my heart longs to be among the free.

Here I have suffered nigh on ten year.
Here I have shed many a tear.
How I long to be home again
In the wild and rocky terrain.

Next morning the officers found him dead,
Lying cold and stiff in his cosy bed.
But they buried him in the mountains free,
They buried him where his heart longed to be.