Out on the desert of old Araby,
There lived a maiden in captivity;
Her heart and soul had been sold
into a Harem for gold.
And while they’d feast,
she’d slowly turn to the East,
and sing while the Temple bells would ring:
Kismet! the golden sunset
Still finds me here a slave,
Tell me how long it will be
Before my heart finds the love I crave.
Kismet! my lips have ne’er met
Kisses of love sincere;
Oh! come bring me my freedom
Thou might Kismet, and take me from here.
Years bro’t more sorrow, the maid’s cast aside,
All beauty gone, her one tho’t is to hide;
Yet in her youth she had dreamed Heavenly visions it seemed
Now ev’ry night beneath the mystic moonlight,
she’d cry while the desesrt winds would sigh: