Their faces shine like the break of dawn before the onlookers, as though they were full moons.
They will be gladdened by a sacred vision of their Lord—exalted is He, the All-Compelling.
They will have the age of Jesus, the beauty of Joseph, and the stature of Adam; every one of them is righteous.
Next, blessings upon the Prophet Muhammad, the elect and chosen Messenger,
the guide of all creation, their leader and intercessor—his helpers are the angels and the Ansar.
May Allah bless him for as long as the earth quivers with joy when the rains descend.

This marks the poem’s end(1); it comprises forty-one lines(2).

He also composed—may Allah pardon them both and lodge them in His Garden(3):

Patience has grown scarce, and separation(4) has shot its arrows at me; my sorrows have followed one upon another.
I have become downcast at the loss of dear ones whose very nature was molded upon beneficence.
I cannot bear to be without them—how could I endure when the nobles have departed from(5) the homeland?
The dwellings stand empty; they have become a barren waste. Alas for the sundering of the brethren(6)!"}