Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
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Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I mind the coming and talking of wise men from towers
Where they had thought away their youth. And I, listening,
Found not the salt of the whispers of my girl,
Murmur of confused colours, as we lay near sleep;
Little wise words and little witty words
Wanton as water, honeyed with eagerness.
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