Shāh-i-gharīb Mīrzā was another; he had a stoop (_būkūrī_); though ill to the eye, he was of good character; though weak of body, he was powerful of pen. He even put a _dīwān_ together, using Gharbatī (Lowliness) for his pen-name and writing both Turkī and Persian verse. Here is a couplet of his:— Seeing a peri-face as I passed, I became its fool; Not knowing what was its name, where was its home. For a time he was his father's Governor in Herī. He died before his father, leaving no child. Muz̤affar-i-ḥusain Mīrzā was another; he was his father's favourite son, but though this favourite, had neither accomplishments nor character. It was Sl. Ḥusain Mīrzā's over-fondness for this son that led his other sons into rebellion. The mother of Shāh-i-gharīb Mīrzā and of Muz̤affar-i-ḥusain Mīrzā was [Sidenote: Fol. 166b.] Khadīja Begīm, a former mistress of Sl. Abū-sa`īd Mīrzā by whom she had had a daughter also, known as Āq (Fair) Begīm. Two other sons were Abū'l-ḥusain Mīrzā and Kūpuk (var. Kīpik) Mīrzā whose name was Muḥammad Muḥsin Mīrzā; their mother was Laṯīf-sulṯān Āghācha. Abū-turāb Mīrzā was another. From his early years he had an excellent reputation. When the news of his father's increased illness[1014] reached him and other news of other kinds also, he fled with his younger brother Muḥammad-i-ḥusain Mīrzā into `Irāq,[1015] and there abandoned soldiering to lead the darwish-life; nothing further has been heard about him.[1016] His son Sohrāb was in my service when I took Ḥiṣār after having beaten the sulṯāns led by Ḥamza Sl. and Mahdī Sl. (917 AH.-1511 AD.); he was blind of one eye and of wretchedly bad aspect; his disposition matched even his ill-looks. Owing to some immoderate act (_bī i`tidāl_), he could not stay with me, so went off. For some of his immoderate doings, Nijm S̤ānī put him to death near Astarābād.[1017] Muḥammad-i-ḥusain Mīrzā was another. He must have been shut up (_bund_) with Shāh Ismā`īl at some place in `Irāq and have become his disciple;[1018] he became a rank heretic later on and became this although his father and brethren, older and younger, were all orthodox. He died in Astarābād, still on the same wrong road, still with the same absurd opinions. A good deal is heard about his courage and heroism, but no deed of his stands out as worthy of record. He may have been poetically-disposed; here is a couplet of his:— Grimed with dust, from tracking what game dost thou come? Steeped in sweat, from whose heart of flame dost thou come?