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
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 do you chant,
O magicians?
Spells for aeons to come.
What do you weave,
O ye
With tassels of azure and red?
Crowns for the brow of a bridegroom,
Chaplets to garland his bed.
Sheets of white blossoms
To perfume the sleep of the dead.
