His name is Manohar and he is the son of Lon Karan, Rājā of Sāmbhar,* a famous salt tract. It may be that the “Attic salt” of his verses is the effect of his native land. He possesses wonder­ful personal beauty and extraordinary intellectual power. He was called at first “Muḥammad Manohar,” and afterwards received the title of Mīrzā Manohar. His father, in spite of his infidelity, used, by way of honouring and distinguishing him, to glory in calling him Muḥammad Manohar. Although he was not accept­able to the emperor he has poetic genius. These verses are his:—

“The Shaikh is boastful of his religion, the Brahman brags
of his idolatry:
He who is intoxicated with the beauty of the Friend has
naught to do with idolatry or religion.”

Quatrain.

“Without the love of Thee the liver is filled to the brim with
fire,
Without the pain of longing for Thee the thorn is sunk deep
in my brain;
The idol-temple and the Ka‘bah* alike mean naught to me
but infidelity.
My concern is only with the One-ness of God.”

When they gave him his takhalluṣ (poetical name) he recited these few couplets:—

“O thou who sippest sharbat, visit the assembly of us who
drink the lees!
For our livers supply us with roast-meat, and the wine-
cup is filled with our heart's blood.
It is shameful for men to make mention of soul or heart in ²⁰²
the case of love,
But our hearts are like congealed blood and our souls are
like the bitter blast.
Tausanī,* give rein to the steed of desire in the field of love.
Thou shalt safely attain thy desire with Akbar for thy
guide.”

Since a Hindū* had so much poetic genius and ecstatic feel­ing * I have recorded these verses.