God has seen your tears and heard your prayers. Fear not, the child will not die.

These are the tears ~~ The tears we shed ~~ This is the fear ~~ This is the dread ~~ These are the contents of my head

God, make me so uncomfortable that I will do the very thing I fear.

I am sick of the solace of sorrow, And fear what the prophets foretold; I am tired of the tears of tomorrow, And wish that things were as of old; I have felt of the force of the fetters, I have drunk of the draught that embitters, And all is not gold

Death, O Mullah - death will come, so live in the Fear of God the Creator.

Two barrels of tears will not heal a bruise