He came across the streets,
Where assorted ornaments,
Made of diamond and gold,
Free from faults were sold.
Jewels of emerald, blue stone,
Arsenic and fine crystal stone,
Which dazzled the public eyes,
Were sold for a fancy price.
Cat’s eye like Pushparagams,
Honey drops like Vaiduriyams,
Sparkling blue stone gems,
Redish-yellow Komedhagams,
Also twinkling five sided Manickams,
These shops dealing such gems,
Kovalan was amazed to see as he went
Thru’ the Madurai jewel street.
THE STREET FOR GOLD
Four kinds of ornament gold,
For Buyer’s choice were sold.
There were experts in this field
Their small flags high they held.
THE WEAVERS’ STREET
Cloths out of cotton,
Nice cloths silken,
Those out of hairs,
Were sold in the fairs.
THE STREETS FOR PROVISIONS
It was a busy market for pulses,
Grains, pepper kept on sales.
There every agent ran after,
Their prospective customer.
REACHED THE FORTRESS SIDE
Nook and corner he wandered.
At their lay outs he wondered.
Streets branched in fours some.
And went off in threes some.
It was midday sun pouring hot,
But he went thru’ every spot,
Where shade gave him comfort,
And relief from the burning heat.
His joy then knew no bound,
O’er what all he found,
All places well planned,
In this city at last he landed.
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