I will come to you...

I will come to you, I'll find you, to me you cannot come" "Your loss has robbed your parents of every wish to live Me you were supposed to bury, the job to me you give" "Alter, call out my name, ask me once more to come Call your desolate father, call me, my precious son Call for your isolated, your heart‑broken father now Call your anxious father so that I may come" "whatever God wills must happen, let it be, let it be So I must be beheaded, so what, let it be" Stumbling and falling, Husain found His injured son Lodged in Akbar's heart was an arrow, damage done He felt as though the arrow had pierced His own heart He clutched at His chest, Oh Akbar, so young He heard Akbar's labored breath, his toil to hide the pain The son dying before His eyes, the Father watched in vain Lips dry, ashen faced, hair matted with dust in his eyes a distant look, his body bruised and cut Shoulders and neck wounded with arrows and swords Blood smeared on his face, on his cheeks tears of hurt His lips whispering, "My master hasn't come yet My Father isn't here and I'm so close to my death" "Oh listen my fluttering heart, beat till He gets here Stay Oh parting life, the Lord of Gin and men is near Linger Oh departing soul, the Imam must come Await Him Oh Death, do you hear?" "It is my wish to see Him once then I may die In His laps, in His arms, once more I wish to lie" "I am here Ali Akbar," said Husain, "I have come" "Get up my beloved, my dearest, lovely son You're waiting for me, your eyes searching the battlefield Your forlorn father is here, your wait for me is done" "Say something Akbar, open your eyes, look at me I'll hold you so my miserable face you can see" "You moan in pain, in your neck an arrow is stuck Does it hurt to moves Should I let your rest on the dust?

My world has come crashing down on me today I've raised you in my lap, do I watch you die thus?" "Your liver comes gushing out of your wounded chest Through the open wounds I see your broken ribs no less" "Oh Ali Akbar, Ali Alter, say something, talk to me Open your eyes Ali Akbar, so my face you can see If you're leaving, say goodbye, do not so quietly go You must die and I live, how can it be?