The whip shuddered to meet his bare back,
It was thousand whiplashes for every robbery...
So it stood that sixty thousand lashes be administered to the thief...
He was young, in his prime,
like a greek god smiling he stood in the square his hands and legs tied,
the entire city watched him smile...
He still smiled, when the lashes kept coming,
and when it reached three hundred, the first drop of blood fell to the ground,
Soon every one got tired of lash after lash flying away like waves on a solitary island...
Twelve men now took their turns to administer punishment...
To every lash after two thousand,the crowd shouted, willing d poor kid to die, but he stood still enjoying every beat that hit him...
Blood now ran in torrentz, the count was lost, it rained blows, he smiled...
He fell on his knees...
To everyone present, he told he was sorry,
To every one present he told he is happy
at last to watch all his sins leave his body...
He is sad to see the very people he robbed now feel sorry for his fate...
He tells them,
"tonight i may die, tonight i may die as a hero in your eyes, every lash. Every scar i bear shall bear testimony to my sins, for i ve robbed and rich and poor alike..,
brought rifts between brothers, brought marriages to a halt,
ran away with a life time full of savings,
i've wasted them on wine...
I've wasted my life on everything vile...
If i live tonight despite these lashes,
I shall leave as a changed man,
If i die tonight let me hang here in shame...
Let it deter all those who sin"
Those were his last words...
