Akbar loved his singing and wanted to appoint him the court singer. He refused.
” I am not the best singer in the country.”
“So, who is?” asked the King.
“Come with me, you will hear”
They went to an isolated rock next to the river, a day’s travel away. The most divine music was pouring forth out of a man sitting on the rock, alone.
“Wow. He indeed is the greatest singer. Why is he so much better than you?”
” Because I sing for the King and he sings to the river.”