Desert shadows creep across purple sands.nNatives kneel in prayer by their caravans.nnThere, silhouetted under and eastern star,nI see my long lost blossom of shalimarnnYou, Misirlou, Are the moon and the sun, fairest one.nnOld temple bells are calling across the sand.nWe'll find our Kismet, answering love's command.nnYou, Misirlou, are a dream of delight in the night.nnTo an oasis, sprinkled by stars above,nHeaven will guide us, Allah will bless our love.