"Persian poet, Sadi visited Somnath in the thirteenth century. He described his experience in Tale 140 titled, “The idol of Somanth”. “An ivory idol I saw in Somnath, Encrusted as Manat in pagan days; Its form the sculptor so had fashioned That no form fairer could be fancied; From every region caravans would make their way To gain sight of that form without spirit... To humble themselves before that tongueless one. The inwardness of this I failed to fathom... I mildly asked: ‘O Brahmin! At the doings in this locality I am amazed! These folk are bemused by this impotent image And fettered fast within the pit of error: His hand has no power, his foot cannot walk, And if you cast him down, he'll not rise up again; See you not his eyes are amber? It’s a mistake to see good-faith from those with stony eyes!’ That friend at what I said became my enemy; In rage, like fire he grew and seized upon me; And down into a pit I cast him... So with a stone, stone-dead I killed that foul fellow, For tales no more are heard from one who's dead; But, seeing I had roused a tumult, I left that land and fled...”"