Muntakhab al-tawarikh 288: LXXVI. Sabūrī of Hamadān.

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He was taken prisoner on the day on which the Khānzamān was slain, and though he escaped execution he did not escape death. His poetry is mediocre. These few verses are from his pen:—
“I have surrendered my soul and my heart, being no longer able to bear the pain of separation from her, “Alas ! for suddenly Mulla ‘Alī Has been snatched from our midst by misfortune’s victory. To ascertain the year of his death remember that the date of the year which followed it Is contained in the words ‘Mulla ‘Alī the Muhaddis is dead.’ ”
His sprightly genius, following the dictates of his taste, would sometimes employ itself in the composition of verses. (The following are some of his verses.)
“ My earthy body is so withered away from the scorching brand of separation That it escapes from my garments like dust, if I shake the skirt of my robe.”
“ Thy stately form is a plant in the garden of my soul, The plant of thy stature is more ethereal than my thoughts.”
“ I have plunged the pupil of my eye into water That it may not for a moment think of sleep.”
“ Since I have no honour among men, I seek to flee from men as my tears flow from my eyes.”
“Beautiful poetry emanates from the cross-grained Haidar Kalaj Just as roses spring from a midden.”
Salih wrote the following couplet:—
“Since the desire of her locks has fettered my feet, My only way out of this bargain is to surrender my life.”
Salih was for some time a favoured and honoured courtier, then fell into disgrace and went to Kabul. He returned thence and was appointed to the trusteeship of the light-diffusing shrine of the Sultan of Saints (may God hallow his soul!), but did not accept the appointment, and, having obtained leave to return to Kabul, departed.