Yusuf b. Yusuf b. Selame b. Ibrāhīm b. Ḥasan b. Ibrāhīm b. Mūsā b. Jāʿfar b. Sulaymān b. Muḥammad al-Kākānī az-Zaynabī b. Ibrāhīm b. Muḥammad b. ʿAlī b. ʿAbdullāh b. ʿAbbās b. ʿAbdulmuttalib Muḥiddīn Abūl-Muʿīz (also called Abū'l-Mahāsin) al-Ḥāshimī al-ʿAbbāsī al-Ḥawṣalī. He was also known by the name Ibn Zeblak. He was a poet. In the year when the Tatars captured Mosul, they killed him. He was fifty-seven years old when he was killed. One of his poems is as follows:
“From the enchantment of your eyes, you sent us a drowsiness.
Our sleep fled. It kept sleep away from us. It prevented our eyelashes from closing.
To my body, it showed the beauty of the weakness and delicacy of your side.
It told everything to it, but with subtle meaning it conveyed even more things.
You showed us a beautiful face that would shame the rising morning sun.
With the beauty of your form, you left even racing horses powerless, O soft and delicate branch!
I told your brother a night to the full moon,
You were shining in the moonlight.
Because moonlight and brightness resemble each other in age.”
He had been summoned somewhere. To avoid going, he excused himself by writing the following two couplets and sending them to the hosts of the invitation:
“I am at home, consider that Allah has granted me a friend, a musician, and a table.
An excuse has been declared so that I do not come late to you.
They showed as an excuse something shameful, like the busyness of someone who has no business.”
According to the statement of Abū Shāme, Yusuf b. Yusuf b. Selame passed away on the twelfth of the month of Jumādā al-Ākhirah in that year.