The Memoirs of Jahāngīr (Jahāngīrnāma) 5.3.5

5.3.5

"Who thought that this boy of few years Would behave so badly to his sire? At the first taste of the cup he brings up the lees. He melts away my glory and his own modesty. He sets on fire the throne of Khurshid, He longs for the place of Jamshid." Short-sighted men in Allahabad had urged me also to rebel against my father. Their words were extremely unacceptable and disapproved by me. I know what sort of endurance a kingdom would have, the foundations of which were laid on hostility to a father, and was not moved by the evil counsels of such worthless men, but acting according to the dictates of reason and knowledge I waited on my father, my guide, my qibla, and my visible God, and as a result of this good purpose it went well with me.