History of Aurangzib, Based on Original Sources v2.c23.55

v2.c23.55

"My son, my hero! (verses) Why should I complain of the unkindness of Fortune, Seeing that not a leaf is shed by a tree without God's will? Only yesterday I was the master of nine hundred thousand troopers, and to-day I am in need of a pitcher of water! (verses) Praised be the Hindus in all cases, As they ever offer water to their dead. And thou, my son, art a marvellous Musalman, As thou causest me in life to lament for (lack of) water!