Lyrics
Where skies kiss the burning sands,
Where Allah's supreme
Old Sultan's returning bands
Hold young lovers' dream
Poor captive maid,
Poor knave afraid
Lonely from outside the walls
Humbly each night, he calls.
CHORUS:
Sultan, I swear by stars above you
Sultan, she'll never learn to love you
Allah please hear my plea,
Please make him set her free
My heart's breaking
Oh! Sultan, a thousand pretty slaves divine are ever thine
I miss her ev'ry hour, my desert flower,
Sultan, please make her mine.