Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,
Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?
Whom 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?

verse 2:

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?