Another poet, speaking of Shaykh al-Islam—may Allah have mercy on him, be pleased with him, and make Paradise his abode—recited:

My tears stream over the plains of my cheeks,
While my patience is scant and my yearning long.

For the loss of one who gave sincere counsel to the faith,
Who confronted the idol-worshippers—how virtuous he was!

Since the passing of Taqī al-Dīn my paths have narrowed,
And in my breast the fire of separation roams.

A generous Imām, devoted in worship to Allah;
To detail his asceticism would take too long.

He was a refuge and a source of relief for Islam
Whenever calamity descended upon the Muslims.

He bore with patience the decree of the All-Protecting Lord,
Shouldering whatever burden reached him.

He upheld the law of the Messenger of Allah,
And never turned aside from the sunnah of the All-Merciful.

He strove in the cause of the Compassionate with true striving,
Displaying beautiful patience throughout.

Indeed, the world wept at his loss;
Beneficial knowledge and its foundations weep for him still.

In Egypt—what marvels unfolded through him—
Yet he remained patient and forbearing.

Ah, that Monday on which his soul was taken;
It brought the Muslims abundant consolation.

During his imprisonment he completed eighty full recitations of the Qur’an,
Chanting with measured tones and seeking the straight path.

At his death the heralds of mercy rang out;
From the Master came to him pleasure and acceptance.

He journeyed on to an Eternal, All-Dominant Lord—
Majestic and generous; that is no small attainment.

Upon him be Allah’s peace for as long as lightning flashes,
And as long as nourishing rain traverses the sky.