Asghar Don't Fear

Asghar don’t fear,

I’ll quench you with tears

Asghara my dear, Asghara

 

Why is it that my eyes, cannot bear, cannot glare at your plight

My infant, you were killed, in the heat, face I beat, on your sight

YOU, were too young to leave me;

YOU, were supposed to grieve me;

WHEN, will my death relieve me? Relieve me? Relieve me?

 

Asghar don’t fear,

I’ll quench you with tears

Asghara my dear, Asghara

 

Time when you were born, kissed your face, kissed your neck, look at you now

Did they even look at your, little age, little neck, could they hit how

YOU, were barely ten months old

YOU, but died like a soldier bold           

I, want to your body hold, body hold, body hold.

 

Asghar don’t fear,

I’ll quench you with tears

Asghara my dear, Asghara

 

Why is it that you died, with dried lips, with dried eyes- your mother cries

Looking at your body, tell me son-where, shall I run, your demise

KILLS me and I’m hopeless

MAKES me weep and heedless

HOW will I now see you grow? See you grow? See you grow.

 

Asghar don’t fear,

I’ll quench you with tears

Asghara my dear, Asghara

 

Why is it that you fell, from the cradle, you’re not able, to fight

Your-father holds you now, close to his chest, a painful test, we’ll suffer now

IN the name of Allah, we die

IN the name of Hussain, we cry

I SCREAM, on my baby’s misery, misery, misery

 

Asghar don’t fear,

I’ll quench you with tears

Asghara my dear, Asghara

By Isha Haider