What do you sell O ye merchants ? <br />Richly your wares are displayed. <br />Turbans of crimson and silver, <br />Tunics of purple brocade, <br />Mirrors with panels of amber, <br />Daggers with handles of jade. <br /> <br />What do you weigh, O ye vendors? <br />Saffron and lentil and rice. <br />What do you grind, O ye maidens? <br />Sandalwood, henna, and spice. <br />What do you call , O ye pedlars? <br />Chessmen and ivory dice. <br /> <br />What do you make,O ye goldsmiths? <br />Wristlet and anklet and ring, <br />Bells for the feet of blue pigeons <br />Frail as a dragon-fly’s wing, <br />Girdles of gold for dancers, <br />Scabbards of gold for the king. <br /> <br />What do you cry,O ye fruitmen? <br />Citron, pomegranate, and plum. <br />What do you play ,O musicians? <br />Cithar, sarangi and drum. <br />what do you chant, O magicians? <br />Spells for aeons to come. <br /> <br />What do you weave, O ye flower-girls <br />With tassels of azure and red? <br />Crowns for the brow of a bridegroom, <br />Chaplets to garland his bed. <br />Sheets of white blossoms new-garnered <br />To perfume the sleep of the dead.<br /><br />Sarojini Naidu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-bazaars-of-hyderabad/
