Drums thundered, the battle began,
Swords were drawn, heroes strove,
Blood flowed like wine, their cries were the orchestra,
Daggerhilts were the cups, arrows the dessert (naql).

In spite of being wounded in the arm Nūr Qulīj did not restrain his hand from battle. Moaffar fell to the ground from the onset of the Rajpūts, but was rehorsed by brave men. Dhīra Parmān behaved courageously. During this contest the van was put into disorder, but the abovenamed preserved their honour and stood, sacrificing their lives. M. Muqīm drank the wholesome sherbet of death, and Qub K. one of his companions also played away the coin of his life. At the time when the van was discomfited the victorious troops pressed forward. The foe did what they could, but had to fly. The imperial servants, by the blessing of daily-increasing aids, ²⁰⁰ became successful in the midday of despair, and exulted joyfully. When the news of victory reached the august ear he returned thanks to God. The courageous servants were distinguished by royal favours.