Arab Kitsch

Wake for the dawn is near,
Harken the chanticleer,
See on yon turret tall
Morning's first sunlight fall,

CHORUS:
Amitiya, my purple pansy,
Raise up your wondrous head.
The light that lies in sapphire skies
I see reflected in your dear eyes.
The smooth rolled cloud
In all its splendor
Envies your braided hair,
I adore you,
There's none before you,
Amitiya, Persian lady fair.

Watch'd by the stars above,
Persia has the one I love;
For her I always long.
Singing my plaintive song,