When the mourners swarmed like locusts and the minds of men and women almost reeled, they bore him aloft upon their shoulders toward his grave, that he might lie close to a Master of bounty and forgiveness. His Lord summoned him to the everlasting gold—and that(1) is better for him than the perishing pottery. He called him to the Gardens of Eden and their fragrance, and there He will favor him(2) with splendid maidens and radiant youths. So we ask the Lord of the Throne to reunite us with him, after this deprivation, in the gardens of everlasting bliss; to mend us after our hearts have been broken; and to quench every thirsty soul with the vision of His Face.

Among the elegies is that of Shaykh Zayn al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn al-Ḥusām al-Shiblī, may Allah have mercy on him, ⦗149⦘(3):

If tears for you could have satisfied my aching heart,
the torrents of my weeping would have run with blood;
And had I been a rock on the day you passed to decay,
I would have surpassed al-Khansāʾ herself in lament.(4)
Yet I force my soul to patience, concealing my grief(5)
lest the enemies gloat at my sorrow.