Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
31
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I marvel at the bravery of love,
She, whose two feet might be held in one hand
And all her body on a shield of the guards,
Lashed like a gold panther taken in a pit
Tearfully valiant, when I too was taken'
Bearding her black-beard father in his wrath,
Striking the soldiers with white impotent hands.
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