He was descended from one of the holy men of Sabzavār. He had a pretty wit, and was for some time in service at court. The following verses are his:—

“When the stranger comes towards thee to see thee
I stand between thee and him, that haply he may not see
thee.”

“I speak not of thee to the stranger
Lest desire for thee should find a place in his heart.”

“When the lewd mention with lubricity the names of their
lights-o'-love
I ever fear lest, by some error, thy name should be men-
tioned.”

In A.H. 995 (A.D. 1587) in Lāhor, a wall, blown down by some ill wind, fell on his head, and the coin of his life was whirled away by the breeze. As he was unrivalled as a singer and chanter this chronogram was composed on the event:—

“Alas, that by the efforts of the unjust sky
A nightingale of sweet song is gone from the garden!
He was so smitten on the loins by a whirling stone
That he was wounded and went from our midst.
I asked of wisdom the date of his death,
And received the answer, ‘The Pīrzāda has gone from
the world.’”*