THE ASRA.
Emma Lazarus translation
Daily the fair Sultan's daughter Wanders to and fro at twilight By the margin of the fountain, Where the waters white are rippling. Daily the young slave at twilight Stands beside the fountain's margin, Where the waters white are rippling, Daily grows he pale and paler. There one evening moved the princess Toward the slave with words swift-spoken "Tell me, tell me what thy name is, Where thy home is, what thy lineage?" Spake the youthful slave: "My name is Mahomet, I come from Yemen; And by birth I am an Asra, One who dieth when he loves."