الخَطب جَل وَمَن يَرده

الخَطب جَل وَمَن يَرده

إِذ ماتَ سَهم عز فَقده

إِذ ماتَ سَهم عز فَقده

The calamity is great—and who can avert it?

For an arrow has died—grievous is his loss:

عصمت أَفندي ذُو التُقى

عصمت أَفندي ذُو التُقى

جَلت مَحاسنه وَحَمده

جَلت مَحاسنه وَحَمده

Ismat Effendi, a man of piety;

great were his virtues and the praise of him.

قَد فارَقَ الدُنيا وَلَم

قَد فارَقَ الدُنيا وَلَم

يَأسَف وَوَجه اللَه قَصده

يَأسَف وَوَجه اللَه قَصده

He left the world and did not

grieve, with God's countenance his aim,

لَما حَباه رَبه

لَما حَباه رَبه

بِالفَضل وَالجَنات مَهده

بِالفَضل وَالجَنات مَهده

when his Lord favored him

with grace, the Gardens his cradle.

رُضوان قال مُؤرخاً

رُضوان قال مُؤرخاً

عصمت زَها بِالخُلد مَجده

عصمت زَها بِالخُلد مَجده

Ridwan said, composing a chronogram:

“Ismat's glory shone in eternity.”