Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
20
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I know my princess was happy. I see her stand
Touching her breasts with all her flower-soft fingers,
Looking askance at me with smiling eyes.
There is a god that arms him with a flower
And she was stricken deep. Her, oh die here.
Kiss me and I shall be purer than quick rivers.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 20. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/19/.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 20. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/19/.