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Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books The Tale of the Martyrdom of Imam Hussain (a.s.) [the Kerbala Epic] Part 14 - Abbas - the Lion Roars * Abbas, his brother; fearless, grand,* * Thundered, with rage, took a bold stand:* * Proximity of water, deny you can't* * your witting Caliph's obnoxious flaunt* * !n sheer buffoonery, arrant nonsense* * Convey to him scorn, intense.* * Pompous pride I abhor, detest,* * Like the prismatic glass 'tis just a jest.* * His faith is dimmed by the lure of gold,* * And conscience, to rapacity he has sold.* * Drained off is his fount of sense,* * And creed abandoned to vain aberrance.* * Padlocked his brains, and mind is packed,* * Deposed his prudence, judgement sacked.* * An egregious scamp, pretentious fool,* * Egoism's caricature, asininity's toot* The River recaptured (by Abbas) * The river he saw at paces few* * (The horizon scanned - had none in view)* * With the flag held high, he forward pressed,* * The dauntless cham his command stressed.* * Advanced; across the terrain he swept,* * Enlarged the territorial gain (and kept)* * The capture of the rill was underway,* * (A feat stupendous - least to say)* * The rill capture he did, with ease,* * (The "squatters" aberrant "lease" did cease)* * The stream, repossessed, he firmly held,* * (Thus showed how right at might excelled)* * His "post-repossession" earnest stance,* * His eminence (further) did enhance.* * (The priorities, apt, his balanced move* * His sound judgement amply prove)* * The rill captured (and the sway restored)* * With a firm resolve own drought ignored* * Serenely he waded in the water - at will* * A leathern container, with water did fill* * Leisurely emerged in a triumphant way* * His mighty sword kept the foe at bay.* * Exult did not at the blessed gain,* * Zealously adhered to his purpose - main.* * "Water must reach the camp inmates"* * (Elevated sense such resolve dictates)* * Enshrined in mind was "a camp inmate"* * He knew, his return his niece did wait.* * Shunned he did even a glimpse of peace,* * Unless the water did reach his niece.* * His mettle the apostates could not match* * The container, from him couldn't snatch.* * The fortunate ones who death escaped,* * Froze with terror, transfixed - gaped.* * Petrified, ventured not impede him,* * (Cocksure, their prospects were slim)* * As the abject terror played its role,* * The dragon of scare swallowed them - whole:"* He filled in the skin container with water, mounted his horse, and aimed towards the camp.