Humayun! Your life was full of warmth; your spark was an assembly-enlightening lamp.

Though your earthly body was slim and weak; your elegant disposition was bright like a star.

How fearless a heart in this frail body was! A universal flame in this handful of dust was!

But the intelligent heart was not at all afraid of death! In night’s silence there is nothing except morrow’s affairs!

The imprudent ones consider death is the end of life: This apparent evening of life is the morning of perpetual life!