Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
28
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I seem to see the face of my lost girl
With frightened eyes, like a wood wanderer,
In travail with sorrowful waters, unwept tears
Labouring to be born and fall; when white face turned
And little ears caught at the far murmur,
The pleased snarling of the tumult of dogs
When I was buried away down the white road.
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