Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
4
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I bring her back, ah, wearied out with love
So that her slim feet could not bear her up;
Curved falls of her hair down on her white cheeks;
In the confusion of her coloured vests
Speaking that guarded giving up, and her scented arms
Lay like cool bindweed over against my neck.
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