‘Ali embraced his horse that carried him to the enemy camp.

‘Ali embraced his horse that carried him to the enemy camp. There, he became the target of their swords, so they cut his body into bits and pieces.[^21] He wiped out shame, Allah fight the shame A crescent in the dark, a shining one The one sought by both houses of Hashim The haven of both honour and loftiness How could death to you reach? You have not hesitated nor tarried. May my life be for him a sacrifice Like a fresh flower that dried In the ocean of thirst and the heat of the sword.

Early did witherness visit his fresh flower, Withering is the foe of a fresh flower. By Allah! What a moon on them did he shine! The sword mixed his substance with its gold, The water of youth and the blood both flew Within him, and his heart was still on fire. Never…