He was in the service of the Khān-i-A‘am.* He had a jovial disposition. After the conquest of Gujarāt he returned to his own country. The following verses are by him:—

“Happy is he whom she rates as her dog!
Although I am not so rated she sometimes thinks on me.”

“We are lovers, and the end of the street of calamity is our
refuge,
The world is full of the turmoil and din of our shouts.

We dwell wherever grief and toil are heaviest,
Our place is wherever affliction and anguish are greatest.
Despite all the misery which we endure in our grief for her
She who is anxious concerning our hereafter desires our
death.
³⁴³ We wander in the desert of grief for her, and the only shade
that we have
Is that of our black lot which accompanies us in such days
as these.
Thou didst say to Muqīmī coquettishly, ‘I care for nobody.’
Aye, aye; with thy beauty how shouldst thou care for me?”