EE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat,
Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote.
See the white river that flashes and scintillates,
Curved like a tusk from the mouth of the city-gates.
Hark, from the minaret, how the muezzin's call Floats like a battle-flag over the city wall.
From trellised balconies, languid and luminous Faces gleam, veiled in a splendour voluminous.
Leisurely elephants wind through the winding lanes,
Swinging their silver bells hung from their silver chains.
Round the high Char Minar sounds of gay cavalcades Blend with the music of cymbals and serenades.
Over the city bridge Night comes majestical,
Borne like a queen to a sumptuous festival.
A picture of The Charminar.
This monument was built by the ruler of the Qutb Shahi dynasty who prayed when plague hit the city that if the black death left his city he would build a monument in gratitude.
