A l i a a n d E s s a m 15 Go, my son, bring solace, end pain, Nothing is sweeter than revenge. Essam: My father? Murdered? Pray, do tell Who had dared, my father, to kill? A courageous man who never fell In battle, in raid, but betrayed still?! I swear by all that is mighty and holy My father’s enemy is now mine My patience is running thin and truly Do tell whom it was the treacherous swine! The Mother: Alia’s father is the vexing fiend Brought us misery, tears and sadness Take this sword, take this shield, Let the tribe behold and witness. The Narrator: Essam so hurriedly rode his mare, Left his mother; his heart so sad
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