The sun of Ashoora is yet to rise
The sun of Ashoora is yet to rise On the day of blood bath Therefore the sun is reluctant To rise and unfold such a dawn Which ends in yazidi pawns Raising the head most beloved to the Universe On the tip of the spear!
Thus from the embrace of the dark sky Beneath which the holy chest still breathes And whispers supplications from parched lips And a cradle that's still warm holding the baby And the baby's tiny hands raised up in the air As if reaching out to unlock the gates of heaven The sun remains shy to unravel a deadly dawn By the end of which Hussain (as) would be gone…















