Siyar al-mutaʾakhkhirin 19.25.8

19.25.8

For now the rainy season had set in with its usual fury, and at the beginning of the night there fell such a violent storm of rain, as obscured the world from Miren and his flatterers, and turned the luminous days of his life and prosperity into utter darkness and everlasting obscurity. It was now ten o'clock at night; but the rain continuing with unremitting violence, he had already dismissed two or three of his favourites, such as Seyd-mahmed-qhan and Himmet-qhan, two men who were his intimates and always with him. Half an hour after, Miren observing that the storm and rain increased in violence, quitted the spacious tent in which he then was, and went into one smaller and safer; one of those called Dilir-qhani-palls or tents, which are much lower and much closer to the ground, and likewise made fast by a greater number of iron pins. As he intended to pass the night there, one of his two or three favourite women which always followed him wherever he went, presented herself at the foot of his bed, together with a story-teller and another servant, whose office was to chuppy his limbs, as it is termed in India. But as that woman's last hour was not yet arrived, she was dismissed, and the servant entering immediately, fell a-handling his feet and legs, whilst the story-teller commenced his narrative to lull him asleep. God knows whether Miren really fell asleep, or whether he only waited for the Angel of death with his eyes open.