Der Asra - Poem by Heinrich Heine
Every day so lovely, shining,
Up and down, the Sultan’s daughter
Walked at evening by the water,
Where the white fountain splashes.
Every day the young slave stood
By the water, in the evening,
Where the white fountain splashes,
Every day grew pale, and paler.
Then the princess came one evening,
Quickly speaking to him, softly,
‘Your true name – I wish to know it,
Your true homeland, and your nation.’
And the slave said, ‘I am called
Mahomet, I am from Yemen,
And my tribe, it is the Asra,
Who die, when they love.’
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