Hatem 01  – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Book Of Suleika 
NOT occasion makes the thief; 
She’s the greatest of the whole; 

For Love’s relics, to my grief, 
From my aching heart she stole. 
She hath given it to thee,– 
All the joy my life had known, 

So that, in my poverty, 
Life I seek from thee alone. 
Yet compassion greets me straight 
In the lustre of thine eye, 

And I bless my newborn fate, 
As within thine arms I lie.

 Suleika’s Love – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Book Of Suleika 
ONCE, methought, in the night hours cold, 

That I saw the moon in my sleep; 

But as soon as I waken’d, behold 

Unawares rose the sun from the deep. 

THAT Suleika’s love was so strong 

For Joseph, need cause no surprise; 

He was young, youth pleaseth the eyes,– 

He was fair, they say, beyond measure 

Fair was she, and so great was their pleasure. 

But that thou, who awaitedst me long, 

Youthful glances of fire dost throw me, 

Soon wilt bless me, thy love now dost show me, 

This shall my joyous numbers proclaim, 

Thee I for ever Suleika shall name.