Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
29
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
When slow rose-yellow moons looked out at night
To guard the sheaves of harvest and mark down
The peach's fall, how calm she was and love worthy.
Glass-coloured starlight falling as thin as dew
Was wont to find us at the spirit's starving time
Slow straying in the orchard paths with love.
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