أفي الحق ما أسمعتنا أم توهّما

Is what you made us hear the truth, or an illusion? Look closely, for our tears have turned to blood.

Open your eyes, for the people have not forgotten Asim, nor have they finished grieving the memory of the Imam.

Do you come every single day with a new proclamation, leaving the heart of the East filled to the brim with sorrow?

You have reopened sores whose pus has not dried, and stirred embers that were previously set ablaze.

Truly, you are mourning all of virtue for us, and mourning nobility and loyalty made flesh.

God look mercifully upon Egypt when her protectors have fallen, and her sons have become mere spoils for death.

A star has fallen by which Egypt used to guide herself, whenever the night of hardships grew dark and shadowed.

He passed away, and we did not merely lose a single person; rather, the very palace of high standing collapsed.

He passed away and Egypt was brought low after his death—a resolute hero who stepped forward when men drew back.

Destiny struck him down at the hands of one who wished his homeland to be a divided loot for Westerners.

And one who claims through sheer recklessness to champion his people, while his only guide is caprice wherever it wanders.

Hasan has left us behind, leaving a lingering heartache that grows only more intensely burning with the passage of nights.

Patience is impossible regarding one who surpassed Hatim in generosity, Umar in might, and Aktham in counsel.

The council will remember him when they ask who remains to guide it, just when the horrors of the world have laid bare their stars.

Those in need will remember him when their resources run thin, and the wealthy show them only cold frowns.

For he was abundantly generous and noble; while the well-off hoarded their wealth, he gave and bestowed blessings.

If there is any memory I will never forget, it is that standing of his which forged an organized party in Egypt.

Nor a speech whose memory will endure across time, which laid bare for us a sound and upright judgment.

Take solace, for if death could be avoided by a ransom, we would have paid it; but it was an absolute decree.

Upon him be the peace of God for as long as his memory remains, and His mercy for as long as He wills to bestow it.