Hindustan (1918)

Vocal Range



Camel trappings jingle,
Harpstrings sweetly tingle,
With a sweet voice mingle,
Underneath the stars.
Sighing, memories are bringing,
Temple bells are ringing,
calling me afar.

Hindustan, where we stopped to rest our tired caravan,
Hindustan, where the painted peacock proudly spreads his fan,
Hindustan, where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand,
Hindustan, where I met her and the world began.

Shades of night are falling,
Nightingales are calling,
Every heart enthralling,
Underneath the stars.
Sighing, like the night wind dying,
Soft my heart is crying
for my love afar.