“A Sultan dreamed daylong of Peace,

The while his Rivals’ armies grew:

They changed his Daydreams into sleep

—The Peace, methinks, he never knew.”

“A Sultan dreamed daylong of Peace, The while his Rivals’ armies grew: They changed his Daydreams into sleep —The Peace, methinks, he never knew.”

Woman appeared little, and wine not at all in the verse of the hunter-poet, but there was at least one contribution to the love-philosophy of the East⁠—