See how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote.

    See the white river that flashes and scintillates¹, Curved like a tusk² from the mouth of the city-gates.

    Hark, from the minaret³, how the muezzin's call Floats like a battle-flag over the city wall.

    From trellised balconies, languid and luminous⁴ Faces gleam, veiled in a splendour voluminous.

    Leisurely⁵ elephants wind through the winding⁶ lanes, Swinging their silver bells hung from their silver chains.

    Round the high Char⁷ Minar sounds of gay cavalcades⁸ Blend with the music of cymbals⁹ and serenades.

    Over the city bridge Night comes majestical, Borne like a queen to a sumptuous¹⁰ festival.