Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
23
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
My sole concern the slipping of her vests,
Her little breasts the life beyond this life.
One night of disarray in her green hems,
Her golden cloths, outweighs the order of the earth,
Making of none effect the tides of the sea.
I have seen her enter the temple meekly and there seem
The flag of flowers that veils the very god.
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