So you departed from us, (1) striking at our hearts, and left behind hearts that refuse to learn patience in your absence.
When the moment of farewell (2) laid bare what I had feared, nothing remained save a single glance to be seized as booty.
I wept over the valley, (3) and therefore declared its water (4) forbidden—how can water be lawful when most of it is blood? (5)

Ibn al-Jawzi said: Since all of his poetry is excellent, I have limited myself to this selection. He died in Jumada al-Akhirah.

Hibat Allah ibn al-Hasan, (6) Abū al-Ḥusayn, known as al-Ḥājib, was a man of virtue, letters, and devotion, and he composed fine verse. Among it are these lines:

O night through whose every pathway Time (7) itself moved in sweetness,
when we climbed the meadow of delight (8) and attained what cannot be attained;
while the full moon exposed the darkness (9) and its veil (10) lay rent.
It was as though the star-flowers, with their sparkle, were torches in motion,
and the cloud (11) at times appeared like a brocaded robe;
as though the rippling of the breeze upon the Tigris were a pleated garment;
and as though musk diffused even more richly in the air whenever it stirred; (12)
as though the scattered, yellow-tipped blossoms were interlaced gold; (13)
and the light smiled among the gardens—should you gaze at it, it would gladden you.