Where the Shalimar is flowing
Where the tropic lights are glowing
Your eyes met my eyes and then I built a shrine
In this heart of mine so true;
Like a rose, my love keeps growing
I’ll bring that rose to you.
When the moon is shining down upon the Shalimar
I’ll be there to kiss the lips that call me from afar
In your arms beneath the waving palms
And the Eastern Star
Soon I’ll sing love’s old sweet song to you
Beside the Shalimar.
Mem’ries like the ivy clinging
Set the temples bells aringing,
In Allah’s garden you softly answer, “Yes”
While I am caressing you;
In the chest of dreams I’m bringing
I hope that dream comes true.