Each day, the sultan's
    beautiful daughter went to
    stroll by the flowing fountain.  

    Each day, a servant stood
    there.  Each day, his face grew
    paler and paler.

    One day, the sultan's daughter
    turned to him and demanded:
    "Tell me your name. Tell me
    your tribe."

    And the servant replied: "My
    name is El Mohammed.  My
    tribe are the unlucky Azra,
    whose fate it is to die when we
    love."