the aseel...

Lo! He chargeth, turneth...gone is he! all in one!
Like to a rock stream, trundled, hurled from its eminence.

Red bay he, his loin cloth chafing the ribs of him,
Shifts!, as the rain stream, smoothing rock, riverbed.

I believe the excerpt is from a poem by Al-Mutannabi (someone please correct me if I am wrong).....the painting by Adolf Shreyer (1832-1889)

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