He had a natural talent for poetry. The following verses are his:—

“In thine absence I am the slave of a hundred griefs,
Do thou rejoice since I am overwhelmed with anguish.”

“Although the fair to-day do not know my worth,
They will know it to-morrow when I shall be no more.”

“My eyes are suffused sometimes with my heart's blood,
sometimes with blood from my liver,
To me, the wretched one far from her face, even the way
of sight is closed.”

“He never becomes liberal like the cypress in the garden of
the world,
Who, like the narcissus, fixes his eyes always in covetous-
¹⁹⁵ ness on silver and gold.”

Bāqī was a long time in Hindūstān and was killed during the rebellion of Ma‘ṣūm the Kābulī.*