Muntakhab al-tawarikh 61.1.8

61.1.8

After striving to the utmost of their powers, when they had abandoned all hope of life, at the very moment when the army of Shir Shah came in sight, as a result of their own stupidity, by the good luck of Shir Shah or by the superior good fortune of Islam, the infidels in a body dismounted from their horses, and renewing their vows of singleness of purpose and mutual assistance binding their sashes together and joining hand to hand, attacked the army of the Afghans with their short spears, which they call Barchhas, and with their swords. Sher Shah had given orders saying that if any man ventured to fight with the sword with this swinish horde, his blood would be on his own head. He accordingly ordered the elephant troops to advance and trample them down. In rear of the elephants, the artillery and archers gave them a taste of the bowstring, and admitting them to the banquet of death, gave them the hospitality of the land of extinction. The bright surface of the world’s page was polished, and freed from the dark lines of the land of infidels, and not one of the infidels got off with his life, nor was a single Muslim lost in that encounter. A poet of Gwalior, whose takhallus is Fawrī, wrote this verse on that subject: