He is the son of Shaikh Pīr of Āgra, who wrote seven scripts well, and whom I met in Peshāwar in the reign of Salīm* Shāh. His son also was a capable youth and passably proficient in the ³³⁹ art of composing enigmas and in penmanship. He also played chess, both two-handed and four-handed, well. These few verses are quoted as an example of his style:—

“What profit is mine from the many colours of the flowers
of spring

Since my heart in thy absence finds no solace in any colour?
Even those who bear witness to the grief which, in my
misery, I suffer, are afflicted with grief;
They are my blood-red tears, my pale cheeks, and my
wakeful eyes.”
“O thou, from whose cheek the moonlight has borrowed its
brightness,
And in envy of whose beauty the sun burns!”

“Each arrow that thou shootest, my moonlike beauty with
bow-like eyebrow,
Is as deeply embedded in my bones as the marrow of them.
The arrow which that beauty with bow-like eyebrows has
shot at any heart
Has been a salve to its hidden wounds.”