Sarojini Naidu (13 February 1879 - 2 March 1949 / Hyderabad / India)
In The Bazaars of Hyderabad
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 tassels 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.
Sarojini Naidu's Other Poems
- A Love Song from the North
- A Rajput Love Song
- An Indian Love Song
- Autumn Song
- Corn Grinders
- Coromandel Fishers
- Cradle Song
- Damayante To Nala In The Hour Of Exile
- Harvest Hymn
- Humayun To Zobeida (From the Urdu)
- In Praise Of Henna
- In Salutation to the Eternal Peace
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