Heinrich Heine

(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

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.’


Comments about Der Asra by Heinrich Heine

  • (2/22/2017 8:50:00 AM)


    Most wonderful and mystic nature of an equally wonderful tribe called Asra has been recounted in a stunning manner. (Report) Reply

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  • Terry Craddock (1/8/2017 6:56:00 PM)


    Paradise Touch Life Seeds In Flower True Love Bliss

    she has the walk mystic sensual
    which lures lovers ardent sentimental
    which lures lovers fierce temperamental
    which lures men like they are mental;
    which lures birds to scattered bread
    which lures sharks to smell of blood
    which lures deer a doe to stag musk
    a powerful aphrodisiac is scent musk;
    sensuality warmth curves radiate lust
    pheromones testosterone smell sex lust
    scent alure love young heart cannot resist;
    butterfly wings swooning sings begs a kiss
    desire to hold beloved forbidden cannot resist
    paradise touch life seeds in flower true love bliss;

    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'Der Asra' by the poet Heinrich Heine.
    Dedicated to the poet Henrich Heine.
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  • Terry Craddock (1/8/2017 6:55:00 PM)


    Where A White Fountain Splashes

    in ancient times in evening
    came beauty the sultan's daughter
    every shining radiant evening
    walked up down by splashing water

    lovely were waves
    of passion flowing
    from her dainty steps
    like fleet small slender
    gazelle love runs
    in soft bud breasts

    every evening walks
    a sultan's daughter
    where a white fountain splashes
    every evening stands
    guard a young slave
    where a white fountain splashes

    every evening the slave
    growing paler paler
    where a white fountain splashes
    by the sparkling
    laughing leaping water
    where a white fountain splashes

    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'Der Asra' by the poet Heinrich Heine.
    Dedicated to the poet Henrich Heine.
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  • Terry Craddock (1/8/2017 6:55:00 PM)


    Came The Princess One Evening

    came the princess
    one evening
    to the slave fleet
    quickly softly speaking

    love whispers
    speaking
    what is your true name
    my heart soft is seeking

    your true homeland
    your true nation
    I desire to learn
    in understanding

    slave spoke a name
    a love secret
    his tribe in a voice
    to a princess keeping

    the slave growing
    paler and paler because
    he loves
    the Sultan’s daughter

    he is she is
    from the tribe that dies
    when they love
    by passion splashing water

    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'Der Asra' by the poet Heinrich Heine.
    Dedicated to the poet Henrich Heine.
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  • Terry Craddock (1/8/2017 6:54:00 PM)


    To Love An Impossible Love

    haunting with the beauty
    of impossible love
    like sky stars above
    killing is silk web
    strands death snare
    of lovers impossible love

    in velvet dark depths
    satin night glitters
    close untouchable stars

    in milky way galaxy
    unreachable glitters
    close untouchable stars
    burn pin pricks of light
    sparkle shine in the night
    lovers impossible love

    he she are from the tribe
    that dies when they love
    an impossible love

    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'Der Asra' by the poet Heinrich Heine.
    Dedicated to the poet Henrich Heine.
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  • Terry Craddock (1/8/2017 6:54:00 PM)


    She Has The Walk: Mystic Sensual

    she has the walk mystic sensual
    which lures men like they are mental
    which lures lovers ardent sentimental
    which lures lovers fierce temperamental
    which lures birds to scattered bread
    which lures sharks to smell of blood
    trap lure is can be tempting baited death
    death conquers or conquer death

    in love one or two may fall
    in love one or two may rise
    in love the bold captures the prize
    in love the right lure captures the prize
    in love she may walk sensual to lure you
    in love her heart she may pine for you true

    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'Der Asra' by the poet Heinrich Heine.
    Dedicated to the poet Henrich Heine.
    (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (1/8/2017 6:53:00 PM)


    Love Walks In The Evening By The Water

    she has the walk mystic sensual
    which lures lovers ardent sentimental
    which lures lovers fierce temperamental
    which lures men like they are mental;
    which lures birds to scattered bread
    which lures sharks to smell of blood
    which lures deer a doe to stag musk
    a powerful aphrodisiac is scent musk;
    sensuality warmth curves radiate lust
    pheromones testosterone smell sex lust
    scent alure love young heart cannot resist;
    butterfly wings swooning sings begs a kiss
    desire to hold beloved forbidden cannot resist
    paradise touch life seeds in flower true love bliss;

    in ancient times in evening came beauty sultan's daughter
    every shining evening walked up down by splashing water
    lovely were waves of passion flowing from her dainty steps
    like fleet small slender gazelle love runs in soft bud breasts
    every evening walks a sultan's daughter where a white fountain splashes
    every evening stands guard a young slave where a white fountain splashes
    every evening the slave growing paler paler where a white fountain splashes
    by the sparkling laughing leaping water where a white fountain splashes

    came the princess one evening to the slave fleet quickly softly speaking
    love whispers speaking what is your true name my heart soft is seeking
    your true homeland your true nation I desire to learn in understanding
    slave spoke a name a love secret his tribe in a voice to a princess keeping
    the slave growing paler and paler because he loves the Sultan’s daughter
    he she is from the tribe that dies when they love by passion splashing water

    haunting with the beauty of impossible love like sky stars above
    killing is silk web strands death snare of lovers impossible love
    in velvet dark depths satin night glitters close untouchable stars
    in milky way galaxy unreachable glitters close untouchable stars
    pin pricks of light sparkle shine in the night lovers impossible love
    he she are from the tribe that dies when they love an impossible love

    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'Der Asra' by the poet Heinrich Heine.
    Dedicated to the poet Henrich Heine.
    (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (12/13/2016 11:59:00 PM)


    '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.'

    loved the sparkling happiness of these lines and the turn with the slave growing paler and paler because he loves the Sultan’s daughter; he is from the tribe that dies when they love; haunting with the beauty of impossible love.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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