To request poems of the heavy meter for all occasions and to produce "shilat" at suitable prices. O poet who crafts elegies, may your judgment be sound, your sorrow has settled within us and we have lived it in our souls. Mercy upon you, O noble one, whose stature is high, a spring of generosity from which we have drunk many times from your hand. He who is oppressed by time and comes to you weeps for you, and how many times have we stood by you in times of hardship. I bear witness that glory wears your turban, and your name is an honor we have carried on our chests. O God, may Paradise be your ultimate destination, in a garden where we have hoped for bliss.