The Memoirs of Jahāngīr (Jahāngīrnāma) 5.1.4

5.1.4

"In truth, he who is pursued by sorrow Knows not how the road is or how he may travel it. This he knows, that horror drives him on : He knows not with whom he goes nor whom he leaves behind." When I reached the venerable mausoleum of my revered father, which is three kos from the city, I begged for aid to my courage from the spirit of that honoured one. About this time they captured and brought in Mirza Hasan, son of Mirza Shahrukh, who had proposed to accompany Khusrau. He could not deny it when I questioned him, and I ordered them to tie his hands and mount him on an elephant. This was the first good omen manifested through the kindness and blessing of that venerable one. At midday, as it had become exceedingly hot, having rested awhile under the shade of a tree, I said to the Khan A'zam that we, with all our composure, were in such a state that we had not taken till now our regular allowance of opium, which it was the practice to take the first thing in the morning, and no one had reminded us of the omission. We might imagine from this what was now the condition of that graceless one (Khusrau).