By the learned Imām, ḥadīth-scholar and jurist, Taqī al-Dīn Abū ʿAbd Allāh Muḥammad ibn Sulaymān ibn ʿAbd Allāh ibn Sālim al-Jaʿbarī (1), an elegy for Shaykh al-Islām Taqī al-Dīn Abū al-ʿAbbās Aḥmad Ibn Taymiyyah—may Allah have mercy on him:

Great is my loss, and my endurance is but little (2);
woe to my people at the shatterer of lifespans!

Who will help me against the calamities of time,
its sudden blows—who now will stand for me?

The days have handed me a draught of patience
so bitter that my fortitude failed and my forbearance showed its limits.

My tears pour down like laden clouds,
my night-long wailing like the plaintive doves.

O fault-finder, cease! You are free of my sorrows,
therefore you have not been scorched by my flame.

The cup of death tastes sweet when taken neat—
pass it round, unmixed with any base liquor.

I no longer seek to cling to life; my only wish
is to die among the righteous.

After seven hundred and twenty autumns
from the Hijrah of the Chosen One,

with eight added to complete that score,
on a Monday, just past midday (3),

was laid to rest the sage, the true repository of knowledge,
the interpreter of the Book and transmitted reports—

Ahmad, most praiseworthy of virtues and traits,
Ibn Taymiyyah of noble lineage—

God-fearing and pure, possessed of glory and honor,
of noble qualities and self-sacrifice.