Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
16
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
When all my heavy heart is broken up
I seem to see my prison walls breaking
And then a light, and in that light a girl
Her fingers busied about her hair, her cool white arms
Faint rosy at the elbows, raised in the sunlight,
And temperate eyes that wander far away.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 16. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/15/.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 16. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/15/.