She Has Gazelle's Eyes

She has gazelle's eyes
Lovely as the moon rise
Shining phosphorous
On the Bosphorous
In old 'Stambol
Oh, my genie I'm consulting
Make me a caliph or a sultan
Like in the Khamsa
It's just a dream, sir
I'm such a fool
I couldn't say a word about her shape or form
I never caught a glimpse of her skin so pale
But I'll bet there ain't an Arab-blooded gentleman's been born
Who wouldn't give a hundred camels for look behind her veil
And now I'm crying like a fountain
All my dinars I've been countin'
I'm a poor man
On a caravan
Leaving for Israfel
And far off on my dromedary
I'll be wishin I could marry
That 'Stamboli prize
With the dark eyes
Of the gazelle