1. At Uhud I sated my soul’s vengeance on Hamza,

    until I ripped his belly open, baring the liver.

  2. That drove from me what I had felt—

    the searing pang of deep, unrelenting grief.

  3. And war rises over you in a pelting shower of hail;

    he charged boldly against you like a lion.

Sol 5.6