From the ever-flowing jug I get my wine
From the crystal fount of youth these maids of mine
Death is lurking in the fields we daily tread,
But they yield the golden wheat that makes our bread.
It is bounteous in gift this land of mine,
But we're taught to practice thrift with bread and wine.
My hospitality I offer thee in Araby!
The land of a million wild delights;
If you want Arabian nights come to Araby,
Araby, full measure of pleasure
You'll never leave it when once you see
My land of Araby!