The Memoirs of Jahāngīr (Jahāngīrnāma) 12.2.6

12.2.6

On Tuesday, the 11th, the camp moved to Kala-pani, which means in Hindi “black water.” On this march there occurs a hill called Margalla. Mdr, in Hindi, signifies “to rob on the highway,” and galla, “a caravan,”—that is, it is a place where caravans are plundered. Up to this extends the boundary of the country of the Gakkhurs. These fellows are strange animals, always squabbling and fighting with one another. I did all I could to effect a reconciliation, but without effect. “The life of fools is held very cheap in troublous times.” On Wednesday, our encamping ground was Baba Hasan Abdal. About a kos to the east of this place there is a cascade, over which the water flows with great rapidity. On the whole road to Kabul there is no stream like this, but on the road to Kashmir there are two or three of the same kind. Raja Man Singh raised a small edifice in the middle of the basin whence the water flows. There are several fish in it, of half or a quarter of a yard long. I stayed three days at this charming spot, and drank wine with my intimate companions. I also had some sport in the way of fishing. I had never, up to this time, thrown the safra net, which in Hindi they call “Bhawar Jál” and is one of the commonest kind. To throw this net is a matter of some difficulty, but I tried it with my own hand, and succeeded in getting twelve fish. I strung pearls in their noses, and let them go again in the water.