The Memoirs of Jahāngīr (Jahāngīrnāma) 21.1.1

21.1.1

Verse. “ Luqman had a narrow hut. Like the hollow of a flute or the bosom of a harp. A noodle put the question to him — ‘ What is this house — two feet and a span ?’ Hotly and with tears the sage replied — ‘ Ample for him who has to die.’ ” On Wednesday, the 14th, I again went to visit the Gosa’in and bade him good-bye. Undoubtedly parting from him weighed upon my mind, that desires the truth. On Thursday the 15th, I marched and pitched near Brindaban. At this stage my fortunate son Sultan Parwiz took leave of me for Allahabad, and went to his jagir. I had intended that he should accompany me on this expedition, but as he had already shown symptoms of distress, I could not avoid letting him go. I presented him with a tipchaq horse, a waist dagger with a veined (jauhar-dar) walrus-tooth (hilt), and a sword and special shield. I hope he will come again soon, and have the good fortune of my presence. As the period of Khusrau’s imprisonment had been a long one, it seemed to me that to keep him longer in confinement and deprive him of the good fortune of waiting on me, would be wanting in kindness. I accordingly sent for him and bade him salute me. Once again the marks of his offences were washed with the pure water of forgiveness, and the dust of disgrace and humiliation was rubbed off his brow. I hope that the blessing of pleasing me, and the grace of service may be his lot.