In the Seraglio Garden

With perfume heavily laden the roses

droop their heads,

the pine trees are swaying so silently

in drowsy air;

and silvery fountains are playing

so dreamily!

The minarets raise towards heav'n

in faith their turkisch towers.

The crescent moon glides on her lonely way

o'er the dark blue sky,

and she kisses clusters of lily and rose

and other flowers too,

in the seraglio garden!