Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
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Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
Though I am so far separate, a flight of birds
Swinging from side to side over the valley trees,
Passing my prison with their calling and crying,
Bring me to see my girl. For very bird-like
Is her song singing, and the state of a swan
In her light walking, like the shaken wings
Of a black eagle falls her nightly hair.
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