He was a facetious and jovial man. Leaving ‘Irāq he went on a pilgrimage to the Ḥijāz and thence travelled for India by sea. The sailors ran the ship into a whirlpool and disappeared in the sea of annihilation, but he, reaching the shore of safety, entered the dominions of (Ibrāhīm) Qub Shāh* of the Dakan. There he engaged in a wrestling bout with one of the wrestlers of that country, and threw him. The wrestler's comrades, actuated by envy and rancour, put some poison into Vaṣlī's cup. The catas­trophe of his death occurred in A.H. 977 (A.D. 1569-70). The following verses are quoted as a memorial of him:—

“My heart goes warily along its road, and I fear
That some sorrow is following it.”

“My darling, thou art become so harsh-tempered
That no one can surpass thee in harshness of temper.”