Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
37
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I remember that you made answer very softly,
We being one soul, your hand on my hair,
The burning memory rounding your near lips;
I have seen the priestesses of Rati make love at moon-fall
And then in a carpeted hall with a bright gold lamp
Lie down carelessly anywhere to sleep.
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