(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

Der Asra

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.’

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