Muntakhab al-tawarikh 77.6.3

77.6.3

Then insinuating myself into Jamal Khan’s good graces, and promising him to bring back Mihr ‘Ali, and restore peace and quiet, in the evening I got into a boat with the intention of crossing the river. It happened that my boat fell into a terrible whirlpool at the foot of the hill which adjoins the wall of the fortress, and a dreadful hurricane arose, which made the boat shake in every timber, and if the mercy of the Creator of land and sea had not been my shelter, the bark of my (P. 34) hope in that whirlpool of calamity would have been dashed to atoms on the hill to death:— “I came into a sea whose waves were man-devouring, No boat in that sea, no sailor, it is wonderful!” And in the jungle at the foot of the Chunâr hill I came to the dwelling and abode of Shaikh Muhammad Ghous, one of the great Shaikhs of India, and a man of prayer. One of his followers met me, and showed me a cave where the Shaikh had lived for twelve years as a hermit, subsisting on the leaves, and fruit of the desert trees. So celebrated had he become for the fulfilment of his blessings, that even powerful and absolute monarchs used to bow the head of sincerity and courtesy in his honour. After that Mihr ‘Alî returned to Agra, Fatū a ghulām of ‘Adalī got into his possession the fortress of Chunār.