Allah has willed nothing but that Time bow to us,
And that, in our dominion, command and prohibition be at our service. (1)

We know that wealth, though amassed in thousands, will vanish,
While reward and good repute remain to us thereafter.

We have blended generosity with valor (2)
Until we seemed a cloud alive with lightning, thunder, and rain. (3)

Among his verses as well is what he composed three nights before his death (4), in the Khafīf metre:

We while away our days in heedlessness and sleep,
While death keeps wakeful eyes that never close.

For years we have been journeying toward the fatal end;
Oh, that I knew—when will that end arrive?

Then the pages of al-ʿĀḍid murdered him in broad daylight by treachery; he was sixty-one years old. The vizierate was then conferred upon his son al-ʿĀdil. ʿUmāra al-Yamanī (5) composed fine elegies (6) for him.

On the day (7) he was carried [from the Dār al-Wizāra] (8) to his burial plot in the Qarafa cemetery, al-ʿĀḍid walked in the procession until they reached the grave and laid him in the coffin.

Qāḍī Ibn Khallikān relates: The jurist ʿUmāra composed on that occasion a long poem (9) in which he excelled; describing the coffin he said, in the Kāmil metre:

It was as though it were Moses’ Ark,
With tranquillity and solemn dignity lodged within its sides. (10)

[In that same year the Banū Khafāja fell upon the people of Kufa in a great engagement, killing many] (11), among them the amir Qayṣar, and they wounded the commander of the Hajj, Buzghash, with several wounds. The caliphal vizier ʿAwn al-Dīn Ibn Hubayra marched against them with a large army, pursued them deep into the desert, and they sent to plead for pardon.