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 />Every day the young slave stood <br />By the water, in the evening, <br />Where the white fountain splashes, <br />Every day grew pale, and paler. <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 />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/der-asra/
