To Allah we turn in the face of a calamity that has become proverbial, spreading through all mankind with dread and foreboding.
We were on the verge of perishing from sorrow for you when you appeared to us, borne aloft upon men’s shoulders.
On the day of your burial, as you were brought out amid throngs, it was as though it were the Day the shin is laid bare.
I cried, “The Imam of the Muslims has died—so, my eyes, pour forth your tears if my loyalty has kept its pledge!”
Alas for the champion of the faith who, in every arena of virtue, was the swiftest to reach the goal.
He mastered every branch of sound understanding, in truth without falsehood, and embraced the knowledge of humankind while endowed with noble character.
Woe for the Proof of Islam; he possessed merits secured by the finest lineage.
Seas of knowledge dwelt within his breast, and he became an ocean of generosity, freely disbursing wealth to all who came.
My grief for him grows at every moment, and the torrent of tears cannot extinguish the blaze within me.
The oceans of the religious sciences ebbed away the day that Imam was placed in a grave beneath layers of earth.
We walked to the burial on our feet—yet even walking upon the pupils of our eyes would scarcely have been enough.
O gatherer of every excellence, the Divine Pen has dried concerning the span of lives and the apportioning of sustenance.
After you, death will spare no one; none remains save Allah, the Ever-Living, the Ever-Enduring.

It is complete (1), and all praise belongs to Allah.

Among the elegies is also one by Maḥmūd ibn al-Athīr al-Ḥalabī—may Allah have mercy on him—(2):