1. Your death has folded two things: chivalry, and the morning dew
And made two groups weep: loved ones, and enemies!!

2. It has disabled a pasture for the eloquent, and a pulpit
And undermined a firmly established edifice for Islam

3. Blessed is my Lord! Who is left for the religion of Muhammad?
Will it become in the world a stranger as it began?

4. The news of your death crept on the margins of night like embers
And almost set the charcoal of night ablaze

5. It fell whispering from the lips of its narrators
So it flashed between ribs and rumbled

6. And shook the horizons of the East, until they wondered in awe:
Has the day of the Imam been renewed?

7. You were indeed a remainder of the Imam's guidance
So when we lost it, we lost Muhammad

8. Does the populated Al-Azhar know whom it has lamented
And which of God's swords are now sheathed in the soil?

9. You were a flawless sword in his grip
And a sword's grip may wrong the polished blade

10. You were truly free to pave a way to supremacy for your people
Had time spared you from its havoc

11. You came as a grieved physician for its wounds
By God, you did no wrong, but time was too short

12. You tended to it for a while, gaining no profit
But suffering for its prosperity instead of seeking power

13. Your blessed era saw auspicious visions
But they did not last beyond the awakening

14. If your era was but a glimpse in time
Yours was an eternal era in reform

15. You have left a place whose void cannot be filled
And left behind those who toil to follow in your steps

16. Your pure sincerity has exposed many hypocrites
And bred rebellion in some souls

17. You were an example of asceticism, not out of miserliness
While others bow down before money in worship

18. When rogues are immune from harm
You had no use for such a weapon

19. You carried the banner of the East in the West, and Eastern demeanor was clothed
With you in dignity and steadfastness

20. Your attire was graced by nobility and piety
The former tailored it, the latter gave it away as charity

21. A group has demeaned the significance of the turban
So you upheld it firmly between the two sides of your head

22. A Nile wept a flood the likes of which
Never poured forth purer or more copiously for replenishment

23. A spring of knowledge has diminished, its well running dry
And treasure in the hands of the poor has been squandered

24. If his good deed has captivated the noble souls
How many an imprisoned opinion has he freed

25. A young man who liberated Islam from the slavery of a group
Who see the bold and free as non-monotheists

26. He fully performed the duties of nation and religion
And exercised wisdom and fairness in all matters

27. He did not spend his life in the shadows of monasteries
Sitting idle, for the true Muslim is no idler

28. Science saw in him a philosopher, and religion
Saw none but a devoted worshipper

29. So say to the rigid nonconformists: Gently!
Since when is piety ritual prayer and mosque?

30. Not everyone who attends temples is a believer
Nor is everyone who employs reason an atheist

31. Only yesterday we carried his coffin on our shoulders
It almost spilled his remains from the escaping sighs!

32. How many eyes shed tears copiously like springs
How many cheeks were furrowed by tears!

33. The caravan of mortality took him, and whoever gladly travels
That unknown path travels far

34. They halted at the bridge of death, their journey ended
And turned towards a lofty erected edifice

35. There my heart stopped its pulsation
And my blood congealed between veins

36. It was there I sensed the horror of separation
And sanctified the singularly Eternal Lord

37. O disappointment for hopes after Mustafa!
Your hopes in Egypt had a knot

38. A young man who attained no rank but declined them
He took from its supremacy only what he took

39. If people make ranks a trade
He gained from them no day's provision, nor was adorned

40. Ask the politicians of the Nile Valley: Wasn't Mustafa
The most ascetic of selves and purest of hands?

41. He was the steady mountain, in dignity and composure
When raging misfortune rose and sat

42. The waters of the sea recede from his sides
When the turbulent sea roars and foams

43. Silent when silence is eloquent
And if he spoke, his words flew straight like arrows

44. Piercing his target like a spearhead
Yet pliant like a branch in cordiality

45. Free, his liveliness ever increasing
When the horizon is shrouded in thick clouds

46. He challenged the despairing and aspiring alike
In determination, ambition, origin and purpose

47. Some of the principles that nurtured him
Could, if a star gained but a fraction, rouse it from its orbit

48. And a house raised him, whose elder serves people
Even if the child in it is born a master

49. His foundation is built on righteousness and piety
Constructed from bricks of knowledge and religion

50. The blossoms of literature thrived around his fence
And the birds of rhetoric chirped within

51. The fruits of thought flourished in the shade of his garden
As refined poetry was sung in it

52. You see in it Al-Shafi'i, Malik
And meet Ibn 'Abbad in it, and Al-Mubarrad

53. Knowledge has a gathering in it - what gathering!
And the heights of literature have a forum there

54. And when Egypt called, its domes fluttered
Its songs almost bursting into echo

55. The cause knocked at its door with its right hand
So he sacrificed his pure blood as ransom

56. Egypt built the house of the Razzakiyya as a fortress
And reared its children as brave battalions

57. He teaches the zealous youth to serve the cause
As students of principles attend his school

58. Imam of guidance, you performed what God has commanded
And left a paved path for those who follow

59. Pages of glory whose blossoms the stars envy
As the stars are guided by its lanterns

60. By my life! Had death spared me
To kiss its hands, you would have lived immortalized

61. I knew you aspired for poetry, so take it
But can the secluded hear the chanter from afar?

62. Upon you is God's peace from one who departs
Having fulfilled his purpose, craving no more

63. He walked as the angel of death counted his steps
He slumbered, bidding his family farewell before death

64. And he barely left our hearing when the echo of his voice faded
How then has his voice become an oft-repeated tale?

65. Thus the Razzakiyya pass away, their meteors falling
First slumbering, then one after another into slumber

66. If only the world would allow one to live safely
From its woes, and be laid to rest in the grave

67. What foolery, to ponder tomorrow
While hostage to death, guaranteeing no tomorrow!