And what harm is there if a young man, whose appointed end has come between him and his ambitions, is nevertheless counted among the martyrs?
He entered Egypt in honor, esteemed by its sovereign, and in every critical matter he found a steadfast ally.
Through him the resplendent state shone forth; whenever the ignorance of an ignoramus strayed from true knowledge, he brought it back to guidance.
He bids people to fear Allah and acquaints them with the Sunnah of the Chosen One—both in deed and in creed.
From the highest step of his pulpit he constantly proclaims the transcendence of the One, the Ever-Enduring Sovereign.
His sittings are ringed by the angels of remembrance, who record every witness present.

He prays unceasingly for our lord the Sultan, al-Nāṣir, Champion of Allah’s religion, the son of Qalāwūn, beseeching that four blessings abide with him in his realm: might, victory, divine support, and the crushing of foes—until Allah grants him dominion over Iraq, that he may erase from it polytheism, rejectionism, and every obstinate deviation.

Then he journeyed back from Egypt toward Syria in serenity, reconciling people and setting right what had been corrupted.
When he reached Damascus, he guarded the knot of affection that binds mankind, lest it be undone.
He quenched the thirst of souls that had long pined for him, and polished the rust from their hearts.
He came to us after our despair like health to an ailing man: once it cloaks him, he is restored.
A sun rose over the garden and showers of dew poured down—though the sun’s habit in a garden is to lift the dew.
The meadow of hopes turned green; the bān trees released their fragrance, and the turtle-doves sang their melodies.
The river clapped its hands, the branches danced for joy at the youth who had come from Egypt.
The people of piety in every group rejoiced that he returned more noble than when he first set forth.
Allah granted success to his worldly aims, and tomorrow He will give him the reward of the steadfast.