Bazaar with many sounds and comely sight,
Where shops of spice and sweets pull crowds along,
While silk and muslin sold are soft and light.
Where jades and jasper bright on tarps belong!

The cocky kings with their coin purses jiggling,
The merchants seeking ways to coin relieve,
While nimble thieves with fingers lingering,
And beggars begging to next day survive.

Here, nights are hotter than days, if you know
the right ways; wares worth gold in hidden lanes.
The host like ants find ways through sand or snow,
Through great bazaar's knotted and busy veins.

There's nothing you won't find in great bazaar,
Its treasures draw great kings to ****** war.