He is Mīrzā Beg, brother's son to Khẉāja Amīnā,* who was known as Khẉāja Jahān. He has written a dīvān. The follow­ing verses are the fruit of his brilliant intellect:—

“Soften with a smile the poison of thy angry eye.
As bitter almonds are made sweet by the addition of salt.”

“My wandering heart passed by the street of calamity,
It is strange that my heart wandered without thee.* Its
action was strange.”

“Sipihrī, take, like the tulip, a cup in the king's round,*
Now that the heart has blossomed and the rose-garden
smells sweet.”
“The king of exalted rank, Humāyūn, the dust of whose door
In dignity far excels the heavens.”