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In the Bazaars of Hyderabad

 

by Sarojini Naidu

What do you sell O ye merchants ?

Richly your wares are displayed.

Turbans of crimson and silver,

Tunics of purple brocade,

Mirrors with panels of amber,

Daggers with handles of jade.

 

What do you weigh, O ye vendors?

Saffron and lentil and rice.

What do you grind, O ye maidens?

Sandalwood, henna, and spice.

What do you call , O ye pedlars?

Chessmen and ivory dice.

 

What do you make,O ye goldsmiths?

Wristlet and anklet and ring,

Bells for the feet of blue pigeons

Frail as a dragon-fly’s wing,

Girdles of gold for dancers,

Scabbards of gold for the king.

 

What do you cry,O ye fruitmen?

Citron, pomegranate, and plum.

What do you play,O musicians?

Cithar, sarangi and drum.

What do you chant, O magicians?

Spells for aeons to come.

 

What do you weave, O ye flower-girls

With tassles of azure and red?

Crowns for the brow of a bridegroom,

Chaplets to garland his bed.

Sheets of white blossoms new-garnered

To perfume the sleep of the dead.



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