Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
30
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
Love is a god and Rati the dark his bride;
But once I found their child and she was fairer,
That could so shine. And we were each to each
Wonderful and a presence not yet felt
In any dream. I knew the sunset earth
But as a red gold ring to bear my emerald
Within the little summer of my youth.
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