He was a good theologian who was impelled by his own shame­less assurance to pose as a physician. His learning was exten­sive, and he had travelled throughout Arabia and Persia. He was a cheerful soul, but somewhat disordered in mind, a prey to vain desires, and a pretender to honours to which he had no claim. I constantly admonished him, reminding him that he had no right to the rank of a Sayyid, and that groundless claims of this sort met with scant consideration in India. I told him if he had any regard* for the faith, to profess himself a true Musal- ¹⁶⁹ mān, for that in these latter days nothing remained of the true faith but its name. But my admonitions availed nothing, and he met with the just reward of his deeds. I saw him after he had received his death-wound from Mīrzā Fūlād,* and I swear by God, the God of whose Godhead there is no doubt, that the ḥakīm's face appeared to others, as well as to me, exactly like the head of a hog, and the words “the hellish hog”* were found to give the date of his death. Shaikh Faiẓī found another chrono­gram in the words, “on the twenty-fifth of the month of Ṣafar.”* I found two chronograms for the event in the following couplet slightly altered from the Ḥadīqah,* which is applicable equally to the slayer and the slain.

Another person found a chronogram in the words, “Hail, dagger of Fūlād!”*