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Слушать(AI)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.’
Heinrich Heine
Heinrich Heine (13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856) was a German poet, writer and literary critic. He is best known outside Germany for his ear
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