1. His sermons captivated the eyes of the faith and the ears of the world shook at his mention,
He showed the essence of his heart then darkened it with sorrow,

2. He blinded the paths of grief with it and deafened the stones with his powerful impact,
And deafened every hearing thing with the traces of his clamor.

3. He dragged the living of knowledge violently and tied down Islam after its apex,
He destroyed the elevated abodes and demolished the pillars of power,

4. And narrowed the horizons with his blazing anger.
He saddened the tombs and the pulpits so their pegs moaned with grief,

5. He disappointed hopes and tore down the inhibitions of propriety,
So people were confused and matters chaotic.

6. They suspected what they saw and ignored the serious admonition,
The eulogists spoke the truth and their truthful elegy was bad,

7. The master of knowledge, Muhammad Ibn Al-Khuja.
So in God there is separation from every disobedience,

8. And to God is our return so there is no obstruction.
The hand of worldly life is severed and her nose is rubbed in the dirt,

9. What is wrong with it regarding the virtuous that she shows enmity?
It shrouds them in obscurity and bows down to everything they established loftily,

10. She is not one to hold the reins of anyone,
Even if the swollen sea oversteps its shores forever.

11. So cut off its forelock as much as you can, for its blessings and misfortunes are intertwined,
The purity of water - its taste becomes brackish,

12. And its sweetness - it changes into bitterness.
The livelihood of all of us in this world is straitened,

13. But we try to blend it with purpose.
Our breaths and souls are between the imaginations of passion and its outstretched hands,

14. And the poisons of the former - its poisons were its beginning,
And the poisons of the latter - its consequence is perilous.

15. And the people in their lifetimes are travelers of humble ships,
And time persists relentlessly, not resting or pausing.

16. Changing in states - no man persists in goodness,
Except that his goodness is followed by his clamor.

17. And death is departure and the wilds are the pasture,
No wonder in a pasture aiming for pastures.

18. You see it reaping the weak with havoc,
And at times it harvests the strong.

19. Asceticism in the world comforts its people,
While greed always leaves behind burning embers.

20. Craving pleasures - it did not spare a breast from piercing,
And its babies - a heart stricken with grief.

21. So what is the point of conceit and self-importance?
They are but a cleft path taken.

22. And a man meets his death suddenly,
Whether threaded by stabbings or pierced by a sword.

23. And beyond it there is no salvation,
From the obstacles of an affliction wrapped in misery.

24. So beware an ambush of death for what is wished,
And be content with sipping a biting cup.

25. And meet the future you once ignored,
With insight and determined purpose.

26. Is not the raising of knowledge one of its portents?
Like smoke that follows its kindling.

27. Indeed, the one whose body they entrusted to the earth yesterday,
Is a sign that it is convulsed.

28. Are days like the Day of Judgement not like the day of his passing?
Or is it a hastened herald of the Trumpet being blown?

29. He who revived knowledge with his lessons passed away lifeless,
And endowed the strength of its living spirit.

30. The sea of mystic knowledge and the one,
Who made the gardens of intellect flow with his streams.

31. The one who embroidered the garments of knowledge with his lessons,
So they shone with the perfection of its threading.

32. The lamp of the path of the miracles' evidence opened up,
To secrets that have a lofty horizon.

33. As for the fundamentals, its sharp sword was in your right hand,
Against the twisting of its meanings.

34. You made jurists despair with a method in expressing and deriving,
Purely extracted just as a filter extracts its brew.

35. With the outstanding review and critique, we see its freshness
Adorned by the ornaments of its arrangement.

36. How wondrous is your knowledge, an abundant sea,
Whose surface the planks of this coffin conceal!

37. How wondrous is your opinion, a cutting blade,
Sheathed in a long enduring scabbard!

38. How wondrous is your merit, a brilliant midday sun,
This grief could not conceal its piercing light!

39. How wondrous is your speech, a radiant dawn,
However the veil tries to conceal its light!

40. No question of a lost one confused you,
No solution of a confused one escapes you,

41. How pitiful the fortress of Shariah is with its wall breached,
Where no one can close up the gaping holes!

42. In Ashura being the date of his passing,
There is symbolism of a law that has collapsed - so cry bitterly!

43. No year of his passed except that in its day,
Truths of profound mysteries were solved.

44. Oh Muhammad, may we never see the like of you again,
Except in seeing the like of Muhammad, may his elevation be exalted!

45. Oh comforter of the patient, they could not
Withstand a sip of the bitter cup you passed.

46. May God send blessings on the Prophet Muhammad,
And you ascended to the Most High Assembly as his companion.

47. Oh people of Tunis, a guiding moon has fallen from your horizon,
Its sciences of faith were lamps with wicks.

48. Oh people of Tunis, a flag has crumpled in your land,
A banner whose threads and patches will be sought.

49. Oh people of Tunis, the keeper of the Chosen's Sunnah has left you,
And separation has intensified its burning embers.

50. Oh people of Tunis, the bearer of the interpretation's banner is gone
To the last of the righteous predecessors.

51. Oh people of Tunis, no consolation for it,
And no blame upon one who prolongs lamenting it.

52. Oh people of Tunis, the calamity of his death,
Dries tears and isolates the stricken.

53. Oh people of Tunis, the bitterness of his loss,
Is a matter more bitter than a cup of poison.

54. Oh people of Tunis, he who was eradicated,
From the center of Islam - how can it be redressed?

55. Oh people of Tunis, the most agonizing loss,
Is one whose like we see in none.

56. Your afflictions and rewards in it are equal,
So expressing condolences reveals its course.

57. What harm to one who had in his scale,
This protector whose deeds were refined?

58. Through his life and death you did not lack,
Good, just as clouds do not withhold their rain.

59. If your livers blaze from his loss,
Then your souls will be lodged at his horizons.

60. What are your assumptions about God, His Majesty,
Except that He will meet a soul that came to Him sincerely?

61. A servant whose old age was perfumed with the scent,
Of the breaths of prophethood they always helped refine.

62. He did not tire of memorizing, understanding,
Relating and deriving the Prophetic traditions.

63. He mastered the fundamentals with his mind encompassing them,
Like a body to the directions - fully enclosed.

64. But his authentic collection is like the soul in its breaths,
Never tiring of producing its intended meanings.

65. He was the transmitter and transmitted amongst us,
About his Lord and the well-guided Sunnah.

66. How much of its implied meanings were extracted from its recitation!
And how much of its rhythmic beauty dissolved with his melodious recitation!

67. The delicacy of his nature superseded the Unveiler,
And leaned towards the proper approach without crookedness.

68. And if you directed an idea towards meaning,
Its hidden treasures opened up to you.

69. So the breezes of daybreak blew through the magic of rhetoric,
In the garden of eloquence - an aromatic breeze.

70. And on the horizon of rhetoric the third of the two fortunate ones appeared,
Then after them you alternated beautifully.

71. A lantern of the path of the miracles' evidence opened,
To secrets that have a lofty horizon.

72. As for the fundamentals, its sword was in your right hand,
Against the twisting and coiling of its meanings.

73. You made the jurist despair with a method of expression and derivation,
Pure and immaculate like a filter's extraction.

74. With the outstanding review and critique, we see its novelty,
Adorned by the ornaments of its arrangement.

75. How amazing is your knowledge, a gushing sea,
Concealed by the planks of this coffin!

76. How amazing is your opinion, firmly principled,
Sheathed in an enduring scabbard!

77. How amazing is your merit, a midday sun,
This grief could not conceal its light!

78. How amazing is your speech, a radiant dawn,
However the veils try to conceal its illumination!

79. No questioner of one returned confused you,
No solution of one confused escaped you,

80. Directing the perplexed with the paved approach.
The citadel of Shariah - its wall is breached,

81. Where none can mend the gaping holes.
Regarding Ashura as his death date,

82. A symbol for a collapsed law - so cry bitterly!
No year of his passed except in its day,

83. Profound truths and mysteries were solved.
O Muhammad, may we never lose the like of you again,

84. Except by losing one named Muhammad - may his rise be exalted!
O comforter of the patient - they could not withstand,

85. A sip of the bitter cup you passed.
May God send blessings upon the Prophet Muhammad,

86. And you ascended to the Most High Assembly as his companion.
O people of Tunis! A guiding moon set on your horizon.

87. Its sciences of faith were lamps with wicks lit.
O people of Tunis! A flag crumpled in your land -

88. A banner whose threads and patches are sought.
O people of Tunis! The keeper of the Chosen's Sunnah left you,

89. And ardent sorrow intensified its burning embers.
O people of Tunis! The bearer of the interpretation banner passed on,

90. To join the righteous predecessors.
O people of Tunis! No consolation for it,

91. No blame on one who laments it.
O people of Tunis! The calamity of his passing,

92. Dries tears and isolates the grief-stricken.
O people of Tunis! The bitterness of the loss,

93. Is more bitter than a poisonous cup.
O people of Tunis! His uprooting,

94. From Islam's center - how can it be redressed?
O people of Tunis! The most agonizing loss,

95. Is one whose equal is seen in no other.
In it, your rewards and afflictions are equal,

96. So condolences show the way.
No harm to one who had in his scale,

97. This guardian whose deeds were immaculate.
Through his life and death, you did not lack

98. Goodness, as clouds do not withhold their rain.
If your livers blaze for his loss,

99. Then your souls find rest at his horizons.
What notions have you of God, His Majesty?

100. Except a soul meets Him sincerely.
A servant whose old age was scented by the breath,

101. Of prophethood that always helped refine him.
He never tired of memorizing, comprehending,

102. Relating and deriving prophetic traditions.
He mastered the fundamentals by encompassing them in his mind,

103. As a body to its directions - fully enclosed.
Yet his authentic collection is the spirit in its breaths,

104. Never tiring of arriving at the intended meanings.
He was transmitter and transmitted amongst us,

105. About his Lord and the well-guided Sunnah.
How much of its implied meanings were extracted from its recitation!

106. How much of its rhythmic beauty dissolved in his melodiousness!
The gentleness of his nature outshone the Unveiler,

107. And leaned to the proper approach without crookedness.
And if an idea was directed towards meaning,

108. Its hidden treasures opened up before you.
So the breezes at dawn blew with the magic of rhetoric,

109. In the garden of eloquence - an aromatic breeze.
And in rhetoric's horizon, the third of two fortunate ones appeared,

110. Then after them, you alternated beautifully.
The lantern lighting the miraculous' path of evidence opened up,

111. To secrets that have a lofty horizon.
As for the fundamentals - its sword was in your right hand,

112. Against the twisting and coiling of its meanings.
You made the jurists despair with your method of expression and derivation,

113. Pure and immaculate like a filter's extraction.
With peerless review and critique, we see its novelty

114. Adorned with ornaments of arrangement.
How amazing is your knowledge, a gushing sea,

115. Concealed by this coffin's planks!
How amazing is your opinion, firmly principled,

116. Encased in an enduring scabbard!
How amazing is your merit, a blazing midday sun,

117. This grief could not conceal its piercing light!
How amazing is your speech, a radiant dawn,

118. However much the veils try to conceal its illumination!
No confused questioner was returned confused by you,

119. No solution escaped you for one perplexed.
Guiding the lost with the paved approach -

120. The citadel of Shariah, its wall torn down,
Where none can mend the gaping holes.

121. Deeming Ashura the date of his passing,
A symbol of a collapsed creed - so cry bitterly!

122. No year of his passed except in its day,
Profound truths and mysteries were solved.

123. O Muhammad! We will never lose the like of you,
Except by the loss of one named Muhammad - may his rise be exalted!

124. O comforter of the patient! They could not withstand,
A sip of the bitter cup you passed around.

125. May God exalt the Prophet Muhammad!
You ascended to the Most High Assembly as his companion.

126. O people of Tunis! A guiding moon set on your horizon,
Its sciences of faith were lamps with lit wicks.

127. O people of Tunis! A flag crumpled in your land -
A banner whose threads and patches are sought.

128. O people of Tunis! The keeper of the Chosen's Sunnah left you,
And ardent grief intensified its burning embers.

129. O people of Tunis! The interpretation banner-bearer moved on,
To join the righteous predecessors.

130. O people of Tunis! No consoling this,
No blaming one who grieves it long.

131. O people of Tunis! The calamity of his passing,
Dries tears and isolates the bereaved.

132. O people of Tunis! The bitterness of his loss,
Is more bitter than a poisoned cup.

133. O people of Tunis! His removal,
From Islam's center - how can it be restored?

134. O people of Tunis! The most agonizing loss,
Is one whose peer we cannot see.