I With surmah tinge the black eye's fringe, 'Twill sparkle like a star; With roses dress each raven tress, My only loved Dildar! II Dildar! There's many a valued pearl In richest Oman's sea; But none, my fair Cashmerian girl! O! none can rival thee. III In Busrah there is many a rose Which many a maid may seek, But who shall find a flower which blows Like that upon thy cheek? IV In verdant realms, 'neath sunny skies, With witching minstrelsy, We'll favour find in all young eyes, And all shall welcome thee. V Around us now there's but the night, The heaven alone above; But soon we'll dwell in cities bright, Then cheer thee, cheer thee, love! VI The heart eternally is blest Where hope eternal springs; Then hush thy sorrows all to rest, We'll treat the courts of kings. VII In palace halls our strains we'll raise, There all our songs shall flow; Come cheer thee, sweet! for better days Shall dawn upon our woe. VIII Nay weep not, love! thou shouldst not weep, The world is all our home; Life's watch together we shall keep, We'll love where'er we roam. IX Like birds from land to land we'll range, And with our sweet sitar, Our hearts the same, though worlds may change, We'll live, and love, Dildar!