Chand Saudagar

Not Manasa's sage washerwoman- Shiva's tears of repentance as this Wine made flesh

Floats Behula's boat clear of Isis' self-fulfilling sentence- Thine eyes refresh
So our Thoth render its hermeneutic Horus unto the wrath of Seth

Scorning the Immortal Gods, Stupidity triumphs over Death

Envoi-

Prince! In the tongue of thy Maritime enthroner, Merchantable my advise

 'Ware Vasuki in thy Pardah Nashin's, Battery Hen, Paradise!