He was a capable man. He died in Dihlī. The following quatrain is by him:—

“O thou whose face is bathed in rose water,
With ringlets curling around it like wreathed violets, ²⁹⁹
Thy eyes are like two beauties overcome with wine on one
pillow
Who have laid their heads together and are fallen asleep.”

Couplets.

“In these days freedom from care has become no more than
a tale,
Whither shall I go? What shall I do? The times are
very evil.”

“The piteous state of the faithful is caused by thy cruelty.
Remove the sword, for their blood is on thy head.”