Bangle sellers are we who bear
Our shining loads to the temple fair
Who will buy these delicate bright
Rainbow tinted circles of the light
Lustrous tokens of radiant lives
For happy daughter's and happy wives
Some are meet for a maiden,s writs
Silver and blue as the mountain mist
Some are flushed like the buds that dream
On the tranquil brow of a woodland stream
Some are aglow with the bloom that cleaves
To the limpid glory of new born leaves
Some are like fields of sunlit corn
Meet for a bride on her bridal morn
Some like the flame of her heart's desire
Tinkling luminous, tender, and clear
Like her bridal laughter and bridal tear
Some are purple and gold flecked grey
For she who has journeyed through life midway
Whose hands have cherished whose love has blest
And cradled Fair sons on her faithful breast
And serves her household in fruitful pride
And worship the gods at her husband's sids