The Seventh New Year’s Festival after the auspicious Accession.
Alexander Rogers translation
“I make my eyes red and throw patience to the wilds,
And in such a case throw my heart into the sea.
I’m wounded by the shaft of heaven:
Give wine, so that intoxicated I may cast a knot in the girdle of the Twins.”
As this couplet was very appropriate to the occasion, I drew an omen from it. After some days news came again that the arrow of Fate, or rather of God, had struck ʿUs̤mān, for however much they enquired for him, he who fired the shot was not made manifest. This has been recorded on account of its strange nature.
In order to lay the foundation of a palace at Lahore, I sent there K͟hwāja Jahān K͟hwāja Dūst Muḥammad, who is well skilled in this kind of business.
“One cannot strive against destiny.”
Islām K͟hān had sent 160 male and female elephants from Bengal; they were brought before me and placed in my private elephant stables. Rāja Tekchand, the Raja of Kumaon, asked for leave to depart. As in the time of my father there had been given to his father 100 horses, I gave him the same number as well as an elephant, and while he was at Court bestowed on him dresses of honour and a jewelled dagger. Also to his brothers I gave dresses of honour and horses. I presented him with his territory according to previous arrangements, and he went back to his home happy and successful.
It happened incidentally that this verse of the Amīru-l-umarā was quoted:—
“Pass, O Messiah, o’er the heads of us slain by love;
As I have a poetical disposition I sometimes intentionally and sometimes involuntarily compose couplets and quatrains. So the following couplet came into my head:—
“Turn not thy cheek, without thee I cannot live a moment;
For thee to break one heart is equal a hundred murders.”
“O Censor, fear the weeping of the old vintner;
Thy breaking one jar is equal to a hundred murders.”