The Good Sultan and his Camel

The Sultan worked in the stables
Cleaning out the stalls for his beloved Dromedary.
She had just lost her calf,  so she wept bitterly
Throwing up her head in mournful lowing,
And the Sultan came to her, and through up his hands 
Around her giant body,
And cried, "Ah, my Aziz is crying for her calf
"I know, I know, the world is hard, my precious.
"For you weep, and so do I at this world's evil."