He was born in Qandahār but was a Hirātī by origin. He was for some time in Hindūstān and died. The following verses are his:—

“So many wounds has my body received from thy sword
That on whichever side I fall my heart falls to the
ground.”

“The wounded heart pays no heed to the body,
The martyr of love has no need of a shroud.
Since I have been created a man of straitened means
Why have I no share in that mouth?*
Of my body little is left but a formless idea, and that too,
When closely regarded, is seen to be no more than my
shirt.”

“On the day on which each man's lot was decreed to him
by fate,
The lot of others was joy, while mine was sorrow.
O my heart! Tell me not that that moonlike beauty
comes in answer to my weeping;
So many thousands of lamentations have I uttered, and
when did she come?”

A quatrain.

“The structure of cruelty was founded by thee,
The structure of my life was scattered to the winds by
thee.
Thou art a treasure of elegance, yet never
Has my ruined habitation been made prosperous by thee.”