Qiran al-saʿdayn 2: The Mughal Invasion.

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"The king was thus enjoying himself at this season, when the report of a Mughal invasion fell upon the earth. Several messengers arrived swift as an arrow from a bow, and kissed the ground like a barb, reporting that the Mughals had arrived from beyond the border, with an army as dense as the sands of the desert, and tumultuous as boiling water in a cauldron; the people of that country were ground down to the dust, and slaughter accompanied the devastators wherever they went. The impetuous torrent of invasion swept on, and the inhabitants of Lahnúr (Lahore) fled to Multan."
"When the king learnt from his messengers the disobedience of those wretches, he laughed bitterly like a lion in anger, and exclaimed, 'This is indeed ridiculous that, during my reign, foreigners should dare to make a commotion in my cradle. If my holy warriors should not be able to protect me, infidels may well commit their ravages in my country. Dominion over all the world is mine, why should I feel any anxiety about the designs of others? What will the people of every kingdom say? I am king, and destroy the forts of enemies. How can the owl dare with long talons to snatch prey from the nest of the falcon? A dog may be very bold after a deer, but how can he contend with a lion? It is I who take every year from the ráís of Hind tribute in elephants and money. Sometimes I pay my army by assignments upon Gujarat, sometimes upon Deogír. All my swift horses I obtain from Tilang, all my vigorous elephants from Bengal. Treasures of mine are deposited in Malwa and Jajnagar. My tunics are obtained from Khita, the borders of Chin are tied in my waistband. Shall I take the cotton from my ears and attend to this perfidious tribe with their quilted dresses? The bones of their army will I pound into flocks of cotton. Though their hordes be like ants and locusts, I shall tread them under foot like insects on the road. My heart disposes me to leap from my throne and lay the head of Kara Khan beneath my feet; but again I should feel foul scorn that my sword should be tarnished with the blood of a dog. No one would condescend to shoot an arrow at a dead body; it is only a pellet-ball that is fit for such vile game as this.'
"When he had finished these words, the wise 'Áriz summoned the army. The king said, 'I desire that thirty thousand serviceable cavalry may be told off for the pursuit of the Mughals. At the head of them set the swordsman, Barbak Khan-i Jahan, the active defeater of armies.' Then the wise 'A'riz, by order of the Shah, detached the army in pursuit of the enemy. The Barbak took post in the centre, and prepared for fight, and a hundred chiefs of lofty stature were under his orders. * * * They proceeded from place to place with such expedition that they outstripped the morning breeze. In that country not a name or vestige remained of any building where the vile feet of the Mughals had trod. From the boundary of Samana as far as Lahnur (Lahore), not a house was left standing except at Kasur."