Muntakhab al-tawarikh 238: XXVI. Taosani.

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His name is Manohar and he is the son of Lon Karan, Raja of Sambhar, 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 “Muhammad Manohar,” and afterwards received the title of Mirza Manohar. His father, in spite of his infidelity, used, by way of honouring and distinguishing him, to glory in calling him Muhammad 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 Oneness of God.
When they gave him his takhallus (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 the cause of love, But our hearts are like congealed blood and our souls are like the bitter blast. Tausani, 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 Hindu had so much poetic genius and ecstatic feeling, I have recorded these verses.