Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
12
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
My eyes that hurry to see no more are painting, painting
Faces of my lost girl. O golden rings,
That tap against cheeks of small magnolia leaves,
O whitest so soft parchment where
My poor divorced lips have written excellent
Stanzas of kisses, and will write no more.
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