where he would preach, addressing the hearts of his listeners. He also composed an outstanding ode on the science of taṣawwuf, which al-Qāḍī Ibn Khallikān (1) transmitted in full because of its beauty and eloquence. Its opening lines (2) run:

[metre: al-K͟hafīf]
Their fire flashed while the night grew thick,
the camel-driver became weary (3) and the guide lost his way.
I gazed at it, though my thoughts were sick with separation
and the sight of my eyes had grown dim.
My heart is that very heart, worn with anguish,
and my passion is that same, intrusive love.

Among his other verses (4):

[metre: al-Sarīʿ]
O night, never have I come to you as a guest
without the earth being folded up before me;
nor have I ever turned (5) my resolve from your door
without stumbling (6) over the hems of my cloak.

And from his poetry is this couplet:
O heart, how long will counsel do you no good?—
leave off your jesting; how much harm your jest has wrought!
Any limb of yours that a wound has nourished
feels nothing of the hangover until it sobers.

He passed away in this very year. Ibn Khallikān (7) relates that al-ʿImād, in al-Kharīda (8), claimed he died “after the twenty,” and Allah knows best (9).

Muḥammad b. Saʿīd b. Nabhan, Abū ʿAlī al-Kātib (10):

He heard ḥadith and transmitted them. He lived a full one hundred years, although his faculties declined shortly before his death. He also wrote pleasing poetry; among it are these lines from a poem (11):

[metre: al-Sarīʿ]