Of the heel’s hollow, and thus let it sink
Until it touched the cool, black water’s brink,
So filled the embroidered shoe and gave a draught
To the spent beast.
This brute beast
Testifies for thee, sister! whose weak breast
Death could not make ungentle. I hold rule
In Allah’s stead, who is the merciful,
And hope for mercy; therefore go thou free—
I dare not show less pity unto thee!