Whenever a group of fighters met him...

Whenever a group of fighters met him, he would repulse them, all of them, and whenever a brave man faced him, he would kill him: He assaults the regiments as the ground closes in on them All because of his fiery might, So he forcibly sends them back on their tails In his might he resembles the angry lion. He killed a total of one hundred and twenty knights.

Thirst took its toll on him, so he returned to his father to rest and to complain about suffering from thirst.[^15] Al-Husayn (‘a) wept and said, “O help!

How quickly shall you meet your grandfather who will give you a drink after which you shall never suffer of thirst.” He gave him his tongue to suck then his ring to put in his mouth.[^16] He returns to bid farewell, and he is heavy-hearted, His heart is thirsty, his iron is heavy, His insides burn, his sword's thirst is quenched with dew, But his own thirst was not, mind you. Yet he with his saliva preferred him over his own self Had only his saliva not dried yet.

As soon as he was bent to meet his death with a smile, Death, from his ears and sight, stayed only for a while. He turned the battle around and moved its grinding stone, With his sword he struck their flesh and their bone, With his withered shoulders he meets their braves And places his sword in the necks of their knaves, While on his body it leaves its mark From their midst he disappeared and did not come back, Mounting his steed though almost bear.

Time stumbled on him, so his body now Is food for every sword and every bow. ‘Ali went back to the battlefield feeling very happy about the good news which he had just heard from the Imam, the Hujjah (‘a), who had told him that he would soon meet his grandfather, the chosen one, peace of Allah be upon him and his progeny. He, therefore, advanced towards them with courage reminiscent of [his grandfather] Imam ‘Ali (‘a). He met the enemies face-to-face.

The latter could not tell whether it was ‘Ali al-Akbar who was chasing the enemy or whether it was the wasi (‘a), roaring like a lion on the battlefield, or whether thunderbolts came emitting in an array from his sword.

He kept killing the Kufians till the number of those whom he killed reached fully two hundred.[^17] Murrah Ibn Munqith al-’Abdi[^18] said, “I shall bear all the sins of the Arabs should I not succeed in causing his father to lose him for good!”[^19] He stabbed him with his lance in the back[^20] and hit him with his sword on the head, splitting it in half.