Muntakhab al-tawarikh 30.1.7

30.1.7

In short, that mighty king, the defender of the faith, the uprooter of infidelity, from mid-day till eventide attacked that impious crowd with the whole main body of his army, cheerfully and willingly, while the shouts of the victors in the fight, and the clamour of those eager for the fray deafened the ears of the world and of the sky, and tongues of fire which leapt from the heads of the the sun of the life of that king whose son setting sank into the west of extinction, and the heaven, after the habit of mourners, dyed its raiment blue, while falling tears began to course down both its cheeks Saturn, by way of fulfilling the requirements of fidelity and the demands of mourning, turned its robe to black and bewailed the people of Hindustan because of his death Jupiter, in pity for that dust besoiled body and blood-stained mantle rent his garments and cast his turban in the dust And Mars, may the hand of his power be tightly closed as the eye of the beauties, and the face of his sustenance be dark as the locks of Ethiopians, sore wounded by compassion for that calamity, with a rankling thorn which brought forth his heart’s blood, was trembling like the Fish before the Sun, and like the Ram in the hands of the slaughterer, while the Sun, for shame that it had not striven to avert this calamity and prevent this disaster, came not forth, but sank below the earth, and Venus when she saw what violence the heavenly bodies were undergoing at the hands of Time, played her tambour more vehemently, changed the tune of the drum, and commenced music in a fresh measure, and because of the death of that slave cherishing king, others in place of uttering musical strains began to weep, and Mercury who in forage and conquests in accord with the scribe, used to write many records of victory, in that tyranny was blackening his face with the contents of his inkhorn, and was clothing himself in a garment of paper made of the sheets of his own records, while the new moon in the shape of a crescent on the horizon, with bowed stature, in that day of judgment which had visited the earth, was striking its head on the wall and performing all the customary mourning duties Thou placest thy cheek in the dust, alas, I wish not this for thee;