The Book of Akbar 401.5

401.5

The bridle of reflection fell from his hand, and the reasonable words of the right thinking found no place in his reason’s ear. Mounted as he was, he flung himself with confusion into the swellings of the Narbada (b’arba dar ab Narbada). It chanced that a string of mules was then crossing rapidly. They came near the horse and kicked it on the side. Pir Muhammad’s horse, as well as his sense, departed from their place. He fell from his horse into the water, and his comrades who were close by, did not in their wickedness exert themselves to draw him out of that whirlpool of destruction. He was drowned and went to the ocean of annihilation, either as a retribution for the oppression which he had committed in this expedition, or for his conduct in Tardi Beg Khan’s battle, or for some other deed known to the knower of secrets. By heaven’s decree so loyal, able, and gallant a man underwent such a fate. Verse. Where destiny is powerful The stronger is all the weaker When the day of darkness shows its face Two world-seeing eyes make a gloom.