The Sultan lives full blithe and crowse,
He liveth in a golden house,
With lovely ladies liveth he--
The Sultan then I fain would be.
But no! he is a wretched man,
He liveth by the Alcoran.
No drop of wine may drink--not he;
The Sultan then I will not be.
Their separate fortunes, howe'er fine,
I'd wish not, for one moment, mine,