Desert shadows creep across purple sands
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans,
There silhouetted under an eastern star
I see my long lost blossom of Shalimar
You, MISIRLOU, Are the moon and the sun
Fairest one, Old Temple Bells are calling across the sand.
We’ll find our Kismet answering love’s command
You, MISIRLOU, Are a dream of delight,
In the night To an oasis sprinkled by stars above
Heaven will guide us, Allah will bless our love
Ah, Ah, MISIRLOU.