Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
27
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I have a need to make up prayers, to speak
My last consideration of the world
To the great thirteen gods, to make my balance
Ere the soul journeys on. I kneel and say:
Father of Light. Leave we it burning still
That I may look at you. Mother of the Stars,
Give me your feet to kiss; I love you, dear.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 27. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/26/.