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.
Feels amazing to read this poem as I am living in Hyderabad currently...
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O ye flower-girls With tassels of azure and red? Crowns for the brow of a bridegroom, Chaplets to garland his bed. To perfume the sleep of the dead. imagination and poetic expression. tony
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. great write great10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem written in a lucid style describing rightly the scene at the bazaars of Hyderabad