Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
2
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
If I see in my soul the citron-breasted fair one
Still gold-tinted, her face like our night stars,
Drawing unto her; her body beaten about with flame,
Wounded by the flaring spear of love,
My first of all by reason of her fresh years,
Then is my heart buried alive in snow.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 2. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/1/.