Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
3
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
If my girl with lotus eyes came to me again
Weary with the dear weight of young love,
Again I would give her to these starved twins of arms
And from her mouth drink down the heavy wine,
As a reeling pirate bee in fluttered ease
Steals up the honey from the nenuphar.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 3. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/2/.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 3. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/2/.