His prayer-niche and pulpit wept for him,
and in the secluded chambers the eyes of chaste women wept as well.

Earth lamented his passing, and so did the heavens—
as is reported from the Master of the Arabs and the non-Arabs alike.

For he was the erudite scholar whose merits
are forever proclaimed aloud by every tongue.

Here lies true glory, the only boast worth making—
not the bragging born of hoarded wealth or swelling retinues.

O Garden of Everlasting Life, receive him in full adornment;
and you, O Fire, blaze with the yearning of those destined for you.

O suns of lofty rank, set now that he is hidden away;
and you, proud edifices of honor, crumble after him.

His memory has become my daily lesson—one I repeat
again and again so that its meaning may be grasped.

I live in the sure knowledge that I have been
counted among his servants.

May Allah magnify the reward of all who have lost him—
those sincere hearts who, in losing, have truly found.

May Allah shower his resting-place with torrents
from clouds of bounty and generosity.

And may Allah, through him, gather in the Abode of Bliss
those who loved him for the sake of Allah, their Lord.

Finished—thirty-four lines in all.

He also composed (1):

Show beautiful patience, for the affliction is immense:
the very mountains of the earth have almost quaked.

A grievous blow has struck all people;
light has been snuffed out and deepest night grown darker still.

The pillar of virtues and merits has collapsed,
and upon twin pillars of grief our sorrow now rests.

For Taqī al-Dīn the sorrows of humankind
stir up clouds that pour a torrent of tears.