Very beautiful painting, and particularly poignant, as Jahangir stood at a point of hope for India. Son of Akbar, the great tolerant Mughal Emperor who initiated the path of mutual appreciation of all religions in India. Jahangir added to this direction, as the picture demonstrates, and had this impulse succeeded, who knows what wondrous destiny India could have achieved - indeed, the whole world, as the failure of this impulse is said to have laid the foundations of the whole fundamentalist path Islam took subsequently (although one should never forget the role of oil and Wahhabism).
Julie and I stayed in a fabulous palace in Orchha, which was built by a Rajput king, as a dedication to Jahangir. When it was completed, Jahangir visited and stayed one night. But the palace was designed with a fascinating, intertwining juxtaposition of Hindu and Islamic symbolic shapes and colours. This was time of immense hope for spiritual and cultural respect.
Alas, despite Jahangir's son Shah Jahan continuing the mutual-respect tradition initiated by Akbar (literally meaning 'Great' although also connected by root to Kabir - say no more), it was Shah Jahan son, Aurangzeb, whose name still strikes fear in the hearts of Hindus today, that turned the tide towards intolerant, fundamental and aggressive Islam. Only a few days ago, Aurangzeb was spoken of in The Hindu newspaper, as being misunderstood. His actions and legacy are certainly not misunderstood.
In that picture, you see the hope of spiritual ascendancy for the whole of humanity. And yet, one can not overlook a critical fact. Dara, Jahangir's famous first wife, Mumtaz Mahal, eldest son, became too immersed in religious mutuality, while his brother, the third son, was a born warrior and brought up by a fundamentalist Islamic influence. The Mughal Empire reached it's greatest extent under Aurangzeb, which also became it's cause of decline: over-reach.
I see in all this the Will of Life. Those who tread too far to the left side of the tube running into the heart of our energetic being, who seek too much love and tolerance, fall prey to those who tread too far to the right of the tube - of violence and intolerance. Why has Life set it up that continuously throughout human history, the approach to enlightened material governance is always hijacked by ruthless and violent forces who have the advantage of 'physical grasp'. Why can't those who intuitively see all sides, also be capable of decisive and clever action. Obviously, this was achieved with some notable exceptions, like Akbar himself, and earlier Ashoka, but in general it appears the path to love makes us weak.
I see this as a warning to those who pursue the path of understanding and wisdom, that the ability to retain a cunning intellect and the capacity of the 'decisive strike', are essential elements of understanding, wisdom and love. We must walk both sides of the tube as we penetrate into the heart of our being.
BTW, Mumtaz Mahal did not die in Agra, and was not originally buried in the Taj Mahal. She died and was initially buried in another place, where a beautiful burial monument was likewise built - now lying derelict with goats and cows grazing within. I discovered this only recently, but when I found the location on the map, it was in such a difficult place on the Deccan to reach, I gave up on the idea of including it in a trip. The same with those fabulous caves of Ajanta - it is so hard to simply cross the street in India, that to reach these fascinating places requires a physical feat too much for the travel-worn soul.

Bifolio from the Gulshan Album (Left Side) India, Mughal dynasty, ca. 1600-1625; Dazzling in its jewel-like colors, palpably present yogis and atmospheric landscapes, this opening from the great Gulshan album of the Mughal emperor Jahangir represents Nath, Ramanandi, and Sannyasi yogis as members of an amiable collective.
