ABSTRACT
From ‘Alī may we learn sincerity of meeds. “God’s Lion” we may hold free from all gross misdeeds. In fight he’d conquered one who’d earned a hero’s crown. His sword he’d swiftly raised, his victim to hew down. That champion spat in ‘Alī’s face, to mark disdain; The face of one, the Prophet’s pride, all saints’ chieftain. He spat upon a face to which the moon bowed low, And offered adoration in the temple’s show.
