The Bangle-Sellers

When I was a boy, I used to hear them, Hear them calling, Churi, churi And passing through the lanes of the houses With the words, churi, churi For mothers and sisters, The Muslim sellers in lungi and kurta And sporting the beards, Churi, churi, kanch ki churi, Bangle, bangle, glass-bangles And the women in the villages and townships Calling, churi-churi, O Churiwallah, Come, come here, They calling with the hands raisd And they coming back, Coming back with the words, Churiwallah, churi-churi, kanch ki churi, The small hawkers, peddlers, The bangle, bangle-sellers of India Sitting with the cloth bundles To make them wear the coloured bangles.