whom Evil tires not though they be wearied—
Whose spear drinks deep the first draught, and thereon
drinks deep again of the blood of foemen.
Forbidden was wine, but now it is lawful:
hard was the toil that made it lawful!
Reach me the cup, O Sawád son of ´Amr!
my body is spent with gaining my vengeance.
To Hudheyl we gave to drink Death’s goblet,
whose dregs are disgrace and shame and dishonour.
The hyena laughs over the slain of Hudheyl, and