Death is the watering-place to which every creature must come (1); without fail they all step forward to drink its water.

He whom the hand of calamity spared in the days of youth will one day be remembered by it when old age overtakes him (2).

Before the decree of fate, the one whose term is delayed and the one whose term is hastened stand on equal footing.

My brother, do not go far away, for no one is immortal and no living soul upon this earth is secure.

Do not reproach the mourner who weeps for his loved ones; rather, excuse him and show him mercy, that you yourself may be shown mercy.

A true friend is kept in reserve for times of disaster, yet on the day of parting I find no companion who shows compassion.

Do not suppose that the ring-doves are lamenting on the day of departure, nor that the mounts are groaning (3);

The camel merely yearns and complains of the long night journey, while the doves recall their mates and so give voice to song (4).

Never do the hands of destruction battle a single renegade (5) but that his peers are soon cut down in turn.

Tell me, who can keep composure in the face of separation now that the Greatest Imām has died?

The unique one of his time, the peerless of his age, is gone; the God-fearing, discerning knower has passed away.

A shaykh who reigned by his earnest striving and the sharpness of his resolve—others, lacking these two qualities, are left empty-handed (6).

Indeed, it is as though God had entrusted His secret to him; whenever you met him, you found him possessed of knowledge.