The Akbarī Generations 93.6

93.6

"After a while, he called for his escritoire, mended his pen, and then rose up and went into the house, with the intention of washing his hands and feet, and praying, before he sat down to write. There was no one left in the place but myself, so I approached the platform, and wrote, on the very paper on which the wazír had intended to write, the following verse from an ode (Burdah)—'Do not your eyes see how I am weeping, and do you never say, "Weep no more," and does your heart never suggest to you that you should have pity upon me?' After which, I immediately resumed my place, and began to weep. After his return, when he was just beginning to write, he saw the lines, and began to look round to see who might have written them; but finding that there was nobody except myself, he wished me to declare if I had written it, and on my confessing to have done so, he inquired more about my affairs, and on hearing my father's name, he immediately got up, released me from my fetters, and having clothed me with a garment of his own, mounted his horse and proceeded immediately to the diwan-khana of the Mirza, and introduced me to him. The Mirza sent some one to search after my father, and to bring him to the presence.