The Memoirs of Bābur 933.7.6

933.7.6

When signs were manifest of the victory of the Strivers and of the up-rearing of the standards of Islām, those accursed infidels and wicked unbelievers remained for one hour confounded. At length, their hearts abandoning life, they fell upon the right and left of our centre. Their attack on the left was the more vigorous and there they approached furthest, but the holy warriors, their minds set on the reward, planted shoots (_nihāl_) of arrows in the field of the breast of each one of them, and, such being their gloomy fate, overthrew them. In this state of affairs, the breezes of victory and fortune blew over the meadow of our [Sidenote: Fol. 324.] happy Nawāb, and brought the good news, _Verily we have granted thee a manifest victory_.[2103] And Victory the beautiful woman (_shāhid_) whose world-adornment of waving tresses was embellished by _God will aid you with a mighty aid_,[2104] bestowed on us the good fortune that had been hidden behind a veil, and made it a reality. The absurd (_bāṯil_) Hindūs, knowing their position perilous, _dispersed like carded wool before the wind_, and _like moths scattered abroad_.[2105] Many fell dead on the field of battle; others, desisting from fighting, fled to the desert of exile and became the food of crows and kites. Mounds were made of the bodies of the slain, pillars of their heads. (_j. Hindū chiefs killed in the battle._)