70 W. Irvine—The Bangash Nawdbs of Furrukhdbdd. [No.. 2, 
din Haidar on seeing him, said, “Shamsher Khan, where is now your 
sword”? In reply he recited these verses— 
Haman sher o shamsher-i-burrdn man-am ; 
Cha sizam, kih kabza na darad sar-am, 
Wagarna turé Khan o manat haris 
Ba-yak-dam tab-i-khak kardam ’adam. 
Having heard this answer, the prince said to the executioner “ Behead 
him.” The executioner made a stroke but missed ; and again a second time 
he missed. Turning to a Mughul standing by, Jalal-ud-din Haidar told 
him to finish the affair. The Mughul hesitated, but at length drawing, he 
made a cut at the neck and severed the head from the body at one blow. 
Still reciting the words of martyrdom, the corpse moved ten paces towards 
the Ka’ba and then stood still, the fingers of both hands continuing to count _ 
as before the beads of his rosary. The Mughul was amazed, and approach- 
ing the corpse, placed his two hands on its back, saying, ‘“‘O Khan Sahib! 
“you are a martyr.’’ On these words being pronounced, the corpse turned 
to him and knelt. Then the Mughul began to weep and wail, saying, 
“O Jalal-ud-din, the aceursed! I knew not that this man was the greatest 
“saint of the age, unjustly have you murdered by my hand this man with- 
“out guile.’ Then striking his sword on a stone with such force that he 
broke it, and rending his clothes, he fled into desert places. 
The prince then caused the five bodies to be thrown into a well, and 
filled it up with stones. Next morning by the power of the Almighty there 
were found strewn on that well five fresh Ohambeli flowers. Every day 
they were replaced by other fresh flowers. At the time that Ahmad Khan 
Durrani came to Delhi (1761), Nawab Ahmad Khan went there accompa- 
nied by ’Umr ’Ali Khan, son of the martyred Shamsher Khan. One day 
his father appeared to him, and said—“ It is now twelve years since I fell 
“into a well here, take out my corpse and send it to Farrukhabad, there 
“inter it in the mosque beneath the Jéman tree.’ ’Umr ’Ali Khan got 
up crying bitterly, for at that time he was much hampered for money. He 
could hit upon no plan to procure funds. A few minutes afterwards, 
through the wisdom of the Causer of Causes, a money-lender, a friend of 
his, came up and asked why he wept. He repeated the dream, and that 
good man lent him five hundred rupees. Stone masons were set to work at 
the well, and when the corpse was taken up, the clothes looked quite whole, 
but were in reality all worn and fell to pieces. The body was put into a 
coffin and sent to Farrukhabad, where it was buried in the mosque beneath 
the jaman tree. The following verse gives the year of Shamsher Khan’s 
death— 
Tarikh ba-guft hatif-i-ghaibe kih “‘ ntizdah Ramzdn.” 11638 H. 
