Earlier he rode up to Ghazan with a smile—still astride his steed while all the others had already dismounted.
When he drew near and the crowd fixed their gaze upon him, the whole assembly rose to its feet, not a hint of sloth among them.
He addressed him in a loud voice that everyone could hear:
“O Mahmud, are you truly bound to Islam?”
Then he said, “Syria, O Mahmud, is a land of piety, the stronghold of the prophets—so leave it.” (1)
What you witnessed at his funeral should suffice you: his bier passing above the people’s heads.
If they carried him aloft it was because he had bestowed on them favors that no ordinary burden could bear. (2)
I had counted on him as my treasure and my hope, turning to him whenever my resources grew tight.
He was a man for all mankind. People, restrain yourselves—his appointed term has come to an end. (3)
It is finished, comprising eighteen verses.
An elegy (4) for the Shaykh Taqi al-Din, Abu al-‘Abbas, Ahmad ibn Taymiyyah—may Allah sanctify his soul:
When the death of the God-fearing imam was announced—the son of a noble chief, an eminent and pious scholar—
my eyes overflowed with tears. Alas for me! Separation from him filled me with dread and only deepened my anxiety.