And the anthem on every tongue as they escorted his bier was tasbih, tahlil, and takbir (1).
When the procession moved on, narratives of it travelled far—tales whose own resurrection will last until the Day all are raised.
The nights may vanish and the ages pass, yet his memory among mankind is ever renewed.
In this world he was a shining crescent; every finger pointed toward him.
His funeral, by Allah, has never had an equal anywhere in creation.
A marvel it was: in its silence it spoke of what lay hidden and concealed.
Whoever walked behind that bier returned with every sin forgiven.
Such is the manifest grace; these are favors for which our Lord is thanked.
May Allah never leave existence bereft of the one whose presence made the lonely graves feel at ease.
To the gardens of Allah his spirit has gone; from them joy and gladness greet him.
Blessed is the dead who lies beside the grave that holds that Taymī youth.
Indeed, those who have taken up residence near him have truly won, for the generous host keeps his neighbor safe.
From his blessings they will draw until the Resurrection, and upon them will descend mercy and delight.
O Lord, unite us with him in the Garden of Refuge; You have power over whatever You will.
It is finished, comprising thirty-six lines (3).