Ibn Khallikān mentions him at length and writes (1): “He was a soldier, placed in command of the mangonel corps, passionately devoted to the disciplines of sword and arms. In that field he excelled, and he authored a work on the administration of realms—treating of war and its deployment, the opening of frontier posts, the construction of fortresses, horsemanship, and stratagems (2). He was intelligent, pleasant in conversation, warm-hearted, and ever composing verse. He praised the caliphs in his panegyrics and held high rank with al-Nāṣir li-Dīn Allāh …”
The qāḍī then says:
“I have always been enamoured of his poetry, delighted by his style, though I never met him. He is the one who said:
I have grown infatuated with the science of the mangonel and its volleys,
to bring down strongholds and open the frontier posts;
And, by ill-starred fate, I returned to the craft (3) of verse—
yet in both pursuits I still make a wall my target.
He also said:
A maiden of Abyssinian stock,
with sound yet languid eyelids;
I wooed her in youthful folly, and from that love I turned grey—
I never welcomed the grey in my hair;
I used to taunt her for her darkness,
but now she taunts me for my whiteness.
And he said:
The shaykhs of the age have donned wool, abandoning purity,
so that they might drink the pressed grape (4);
Dancing and beardless youths (5) are their pastime—
a lasting evil beneath a short hem.”
He died in Ṣafar (6), in the year 626 AH.