Muntakhab al-tawarikh 22.2.1

22.2.1

And the prince of poets (on him be mercy) says: — [In all Hindustan you saw the dust of the troops of Iyaltimish Look now drink your wine, others walk in his plain] It is the same Dehli one would say, yet where is his victorious canopy? It is the same kingdom at all events, where has that royal dignity of his gone? The earth is a house of mourning, and mourns too for its own sake At the time of the birth of that child whom they see weeping. It is a well known story that Sultan Shamsu-d-Din was a man of a cold temperament, and once upon a time he desired to consort with a pretty and comely girl, but found that he had not the power. The same thing happened several times: one day the girl was pouring some oil on the head of the Sultan and shed some tears upon the Sultan’s head. He raised his head and asked the cause of her weeping, after a great deal of hesitation she answered: I had once a brother who was bald like you and that reminded me of him, and I wept. When he had heard the story of his being imprisoned it became evident that she was the own sister of the Sultan, and that God (to be glorified and exalted) had preserved him from this incestuous intercourse.