Muntakhab al-tawarikh 341.2

341.2

He had a subtle tongue in satire, and one of his witty satires was this fragment which he composed on the occasion of his last visit to India:—
“The land of Ind is a sugar field, Its parrots all sell sugar. Its black Hindus are like flies In their turbans and long coats.”
The following verses also are by him :
“I, with wounded heart, am a half-dead victim of the chase, whom The hunter in his pity quickly slays.”
“My beloved desires my death for her ease, and I With shame bear the burden of my weary life.”
“I have made thee, as my beloved, a byword, and I rejoice In thy shame, for thou now wilt cast no glances on men.”
“What ill fortune is Maili’s, to experience nothing but cruelty at her hands! She is but a child, who cannot distinguish between cruelty and fidelity.”
“I am alone with my broken heart, and I gladly entrust it to thee: Of what use will it be to me, that I should keep it? O my enemy! I am at my last breath, give her to me for a moment That I may restore her to thee with a hundred thousand pangs.”
“In spite of her slights I would not arise at once from her feast. For if I remain I hope to be glad for a moment at least: After long years I am sitting, on some pretence, at her feast And she speaks to me of my rival, hoping that I will leave.”
“Thou surely knowest that love for thee does not depart with life, That thou walkest thus proudly over the dust of those killed (by love).”