Hafez of Shiraz (modern day Iran) was the greatest of the classical Persian poets. Though writing under Muslim occupation, his writings suggest something of the character of the Gospel and of the works of Solomon:

 

Preachers who display their piety in prayer and pulpit

behave differently when they're alone.

It puzzles me. Ask the learned ones of the assembly:

“Why do those who demand repentance do so little of it?”

It's as if they don't believe in the Day of Judgment

with all this fraud and counterfeit they do in His name.

I am the slave of the tavern-master, whose dervishes,

in needing nothing, make treasure seem like dust.

O Lord, put these nouveaux-riches back on their donkeys

because they flaunt their mules and Turkic slaves.

O angel, say praises at the door of love's tavern,

for inside they ferment the essence of Adam.

Whenever his limitless beauty kills a lover

others spring up, with love, from the invisible world.

O beggar at the cloister door, come to the monastery 

of the Magi (Priests of the Zoroastrian faith - JLO),

for the water they give makes hearts rich.

Empty your house, O heart, so that it may become home to the beloved,

for the heart of the shallow ones is an army camp.

 By Hafez of Shiraz (Persia) circa 1348