So be it!

Let the grave calamity

and momentous misfortune

be felt

Eyes whose waters

have not gushed forth

have no reason to exist

Hopes are dead

after Muh. ammad's death

and travellers from travel

are distracted

…

He steadied his foot

in the swamp of death

and said to it:

resurrection lies

under the hollow

of your sole

From a famous elegiac poem on Muḥammad ibn Ḥumayd (Ḥamīd) al-Ṭūsī, the poet's friend and patron.

Elevated in life and in death!

You are truly one

of life's miracles

It is as though the people

around you,

as they stood,

were seekers of your largesse

on the days

of free giving

It is as though you have arisen,

a preacher among them,

and they have risen for prayer

You stretched out your hands

towards them

in welcome

as you had extended them

in giving

Since the bowels of the earth

were too strait

to contain your grandeur

after death

they made the sky your grave

and replaced shrouds

with the raiment

of dusty winds

These are the opening lines of an elegiac poem by Ibn al-Anbārī in which he elegizes the vizier Ibn Baqiyyah, the poet's patron and friend, who was trampled to death by elephants for giving a bad war advice to the ruler ʿIzza al-Dawlah (d. 267…..). The ruler had his body crucified and left hanging in the center of Baghdad for days. Ibn al-Anbārī composed this splendid poem without mention of crucifixion in it