Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now, who lies beneath your spell Who do you lead on rapture's roadway far Before you agonise them in farewell Before you agonise them in farewell Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now, where are you now Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float On those cool waters where we used to dwell I would have rather felt you round my throat Crushing out life, than waving me farewell Crushing out life, than waving me farewell Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now, where are you now