بكت على الشيخ محي الدين كافيجي

عيوننا بدموع من دم المهج

For Sheikh Muhyi al-Din Kafiyaji wept

our eyes, with tears of our hearts' blood.

كانت أسارير هذا الدهر من درر

تزهى فبدل ذاك الدر بالسيجِ

The features of this age were pearls,

gleaming; then those pearls were exchanged for jet.

فكم غنى بسماح من مكارمه

فقراً وقوم بالإعطاء من عوج

How often, through his noble generosity, he brought wealth

to poverty, and through giving straightened what was crooked!

يا نور علمٍ أراه اليوم منطفياً

وكانت الناس تمشي منه في سرج

O light of learning, which I see extinguished today,

while people once walked by the light of its lamps!

فلو رأيت الفتاوى وهي باكية

رأيتها من نجيع الدمع في لجج

And had you seen the legal rulings as they wept,

you would have seen them in oceans of blood-red tears.

ولو سرت بثناه عند ريح صبا

لاستنشقوا من شذاها أطيب الأرج

And had you journeyed bearing his praise as the east wind blew,

they would have inhaled from its scent the sweetest fragrance.

يا وحشة العلم من فيه إذا اعتركت

أبطاله فتوارت في دجى الزهج

O desolation of learning! Who remains in it when

its champions clash, then vanish in the darkness of battle dust?

لم يلحقوا شأن علم من خصائصه

أنى ورتبته في أرفع الدرج

They never matched the stature of the learning peculiarly his;

how could they, when his rank was on the loftiest steps?

قد طال ما كان يقرئنا ويقرئنا

في حالتيه بوجه منه مبتهج

For so long he taught us to read, and taught us again,

in both his states, with his face beaming with joy.

سقيا له وكساه الله نورسنا

من سندسٍ بيد الغفرانِ منتسجِ

May rain refresh him, and may God clothe him in radiant light,

of fine silk, woven by the hand of forgiveness.