The horses may be terra cotta with a laughter
In their extended horse necks, a droll humor
Visible in the clay necks while running races,
A fine sarcasm meant for race horse runners.
A dream God was installed in a stone temple
But Sultan’s God is different and west facing.
Resulting earthly laughter was fine horse play.
All things are of clay and break in due course.
(Jhamsingh the Sultan’s cavalry man, who had lived in Hyderabad two hundred years ago, went on a journey to buy horses for the Sultan but used the money to make a temple for God)