Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
21
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
They chatter her weakness through the two bazaars
Who was so strong to love me. And small men
That buy and sell for silver being slaves
Crinkle the fat about their eyes; and yet
No Prince of the Cities of the Sea has taken her,
Leading to his grim bed. Little lonely one,
You clung to me as a garment clings, my girl.
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