23 thrusts the sword into the chest of the fallen ʿAmr ibn Hind. As his mother enters the stage, he stands over his vanquished foe and declares: Why doth thou, O ʿAmr ibn Hind, this servitude impose, To make us slaves for royal whims, a heavy yoke so close? How canst thou, Hind’s lineage, to false slanderers lend thine ears, And turn to mock and scorn us, igniting age-old fears? Thou threatenest with evils, promises grim and dire, Since when have we become slaves, to thy mother’s desire? Our spirits are not fettered, nor shall they ever be,
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