455 The meagre beast lay still as death; And Peter's lips with fury quiver; Quoth he, "You little mulish dog, I'll fling your carcass like a log Head-foremost down the river!" 460 An impious oath confirmed the threat Whereat from the earth on which he lay To all the echoes, south and north, And east and west, the Ass sent forth A long and clamorous bray!

Upon hearing my call, he came running back; whereat I pointed into the sea below.

but 'It would seem that I too have tortured a slave' whereat Ibrahim repeated again 'Yeamay Allah smite me blind!'