Our chief’s companion, on his gauntlet sitting, light;—
Make known, thou phœnix-hunting bird of prey,—
Thou conqueror of foes,—sole,—clear of troops’ array.65
A nation in its millions, one sole man art thou.
Speak! Speak! I cast myself upon thy mercy now!
Instead of anger, what has moved thee to relent,—
To proffer to a foe forgiveness transcendent?”
To him made ‘Alī answer: “For the truth I fight.
God’s servant am I. Slave I’m not to fleshly might.
‘God’s lion’ I’ve been named; not ‘Ravening Wolf of Lust;’