A calamity befell us, and Islam itself wept for him; the very days wept at the magnitude of that sorrow. (1)
The sky joined the lament with tearful rain that fell out of season, showers a whole year would rarely grant.
The unyielding earth wept for him as well, after gloom and desolation had spread across its surface.
Every heart trembled at his loss, and pain after pain came in relentless waves.
Even the believing jinn were seized by an all-embracing grief, their wailing voiced in the realm of dreams.
Sound religion mourned his passing, left a stranger, tried and abused.
Since the death of its defender—whose qualities are eternally forbidden to be gathered in another—the trials have not ceased.
For Taqi al-Din there is a dazzling description and distinctive virtues before which intellects submit.
Gifts from the Lord of Majesty sustain him, bringing to perfection a towering honor and lofty station. (2)
Thus Taqi al-Din Ahmad became one whose worth admits no limit; bodies themselves bend beneath the burden of losing him.