With bellyful of meat of goats, cows, camels, donkeys
In new dresses, shoes, topees in bazaars they saunter about
Eid-mubarak, eid-mubarak they greet, red-paan-saliva they spit out
They rush to masjids in hoards for pray when muezzins shout out.
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