"Those that inhabit those happy regions come forth to meet him with palms in their hands.
"If thou wouldst know the story of him who lies in the tomb, listen. He was a prince above all in excellence. May God give him sanctity!
"He was cut down into the dust. Yet the Pleiades themselves are not his equals.
"Unavoidable fate took up arms, and aimed at the very throne of the empire.
"Oh! how great was his fame. His excellence, how high! and unbounded his virtues!
"For Abul Hadjaj was like the moon that points out the road to take, and when the sun went down its brightness beamed no less from his eyes.
"Abul Hadjaj showered down tokens of his liberality. But drought is come; his liberality has ceased; his crops are gathered.
"His generosity is forgotten; his halls are lonesome; his ministers silent, and his rooms deserted.
"But it was God's pleasure, the merciful one, (may he be glorified,) to take him into the eternal dwelling when he deprived him of life.