We behold death as something to which human nature has grown accustomed, yet now and then even the one who abhors it is calmed by that very familiarity.
Alas for a company once united now torn apart, and for a heart whose fire has flared ever since its coolness left with him.
Indeed, it is but a soul—and every soul knows regret—and a heart whose longing saddens and exhausts it. (1)
Nor shall I forget the pledge of a friend whose radiant qualities are now concealed; a true companion preserves his covenant. (2)
What excuse has an eyelid that will not overflow with tears on the morning when its friend—together with his generous aid—has gone afar? (3)
He reaches for his hopes, but death repels him; what resource remains to the hopeful when his purpose is thwarted? (4)
For you, Abū al-ʿAbbās, my tears have poured forth, and the blaze of my heart is fanned by my distance from you.
For one such as you, elegies are now permitted; should my tears run dry, my very blood will replenish them.
You tightened the bonds of Islam with the strength of the knowledgeable, powerful against the foe, never sparing your effort.
You left the world to its people like a scholar whose rank and glory are exalted in the sight of God.
You were an exemplar for all the diverse groups, a firmly secured bond that fastened this religion.
You were springtime for the seeker and a sure refuge; since you passed beneath the earth, his roses have withered.
⦗156⦘ You combined the sciences of the ancients with devout reverence, adding the healing scrupulousness whose praise has spread far and wide. (5)