The Nāṣirī Generations 264.2

264.2

One day, I was at the top of the ramparts of the city of Hirat while the fight and tumult was going on, in full panoply, with helmet and cuirass, besides other things, when, suddenly, I missed my footing from the top of the walls, and fell down towards the ditch, and, like unto a stone or a ball, I went rolling down the face of the khak-rez, whilst men, Mughals and Musalman renegades, with arrows fitted to their bows, and with stones, were aiming at me, until, rolling over and over, I fell into the midst of the infidels, and was made prisoner by a body of men who, in making the attack, had come to the foot of the parapet, and the face of the khak-rez, and descended into the ditch. This mischance happened to me at a point facing which Tuli, son of the Chingiz Khan, had had a tent pitched, at the edge of the ditch, and the Mughal troops were fighting under his personal observation. Although I came rolling down the face of the khak-rez a distance of about twenty [ells], until I descended into the abyss of the ditch, which was forty more, Almighty God shielded me under his protection so that I experienced no wound, neither did any of my members sustain any hurt or fracture whatever.