Every day so lovely, shining, <br />up and down, the Sultan’s daughter <br />walked at evening by the water, <br />where the white fountain splashes. <br /> <br />Every day the young slave stood <br />by the water, in the evening, <br />where the white fountain splashes, <br />each day growing pale and paler. <br /> <br />Then the princess came one evening, <br />quickly speaking to him, softly, <br />‘Your true name – I wish to know it, <br />your true homeland and your nation.’ <br /> <br />And the slave said, ‘I am called <br />Mahomet, I am from Yemen, <br />and my tribe, it is the Asra, <br />who die, when they love.’<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-asra/
