The Grand Mosque was filled, and I feared it might collapse.

The bier was almost dropped because of how many people wanted to carry the sheikh.

When they took him to pray over him, and when he was taken out of the mosque, people gathered for the funeral of Ibn Baz, may Allah have mercy on him.

Crowds, soldiers, delegations, and banners.

The masses crowded together, and people walked in it.

Huge numbers of people from different regions and cities of the Kingdom attended his funeral.

Even from neighboring countries, especially the Gulf states. Unroll your prayer mat.

On it remain traces of his prayer, a rak'ah and sujud.

And tears from fear were the fragrance of my days, and they are the witnesses.

I light his lamp when I am alone.

On its sides, ease is present.

O you who see, whom we have only known, since we met him, as a well that gives generously. Our father, we found you as a brother, and your loved ones are a father and a grandson.

Any home you left behind, life is in departing from it, and that is where eternity lies. Any lesson you left, it is a spear that continues to strike at the old.

The lines ripple at the mention of Ibn Baz, and above the head of every letter rises a light.

And the poem flows to tell the story of life.

The life of the patient, pious imam.

The lines ripple at the mention of Ibn Baz, and above the head of every letter rises a light.

And the poem flows to tell the story of life.

The life of the pious, patient imam.

A life elevated by the light of certainty, and knowledge that illuminated.

For all ages, blind yet he saw the bridge to salvation.

How many who could see lost the bridges, how many who could see lost the bridges.

Ibn Baz.