Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
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Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
My thought is all of this gold-tinted king's daughter
With garlands tissue and golden buds,
Smoke tangles of her hair, and sleeping or waking
Feet trembling in love, full of pale languor;
My thought is clinging as to a lost learning
Slipped down out of the minds of men,
Labouring to bring her back into my soul.
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