Der Asra

Every day so lovely, shining,

Up and down, the Sultan’s

Walked at evening by the water,

Where the white fountain splashes.

Every day the young slave

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

Mahomet,

I am from Yemen,

And my tribe, it is the Asra,

Who die, when they love.’