Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
35
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I love long black eyes that caress like silk,
Ever and ever sad and laughing eyes,
Whose lids make such sweet shadow when they close
It seems another beautiful look of hers.
I love a fresh mouth, ah, a scented mouth,
And curving hair, subtle as a smoke,
And light fingers, and laughter of green gems.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 35. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/34/.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 35. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/34/.