![The Sultan reached Jhain in the afternoon of the third day and stayed in the palace of the Raya... He greatly enjoyed his stay for some time. Coming out, he took a round of the gardens and temples. The idols he saw amazed him... Next day he got those idols of gold smashed with stones. The pillars of wood were burnt down by his order... A cry rose from the temples as if a second Mahmud had taken birth. Two idols were made of brass, one of which weighed nearly a thousand mans. He got both of them broken, and the pieces were distributed among his people so that they may throw them at the door of the Masjid on their return [to Delhi]... (Amir Khusrow)](https://cdn.quotesdtb.com/img/quotes_images_webp/85/amir-khusrow-afternoon-birth-953185.webp)
The Sultan reached Jhain in the afternoon of the third day and stayed in the palace of the Raya... He greatly enjoyed his stay for some time. Coming out, he took a round of the gardens and temples. The idols he saw amazed him... Next day he got those idols of gold smashed with stones. The pillars of wood were burnt down by his order... A cry rose from the temples as if a second Mahmud had taken birth. Two idols were made of brass, one of which weighed nearly a thousand mans. He got both of them broken, and the pieces were distributed among his people so that they may throw them at the door of the Masjid on their return [to Delhi]...
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