Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
39
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
Call not the master painters from all the world,
Their thin black boards, their rose and green and grey,
Their ashes of lapis ultramarine, Their earth of shadows the umber. Laughing at art
Sunlight upon the body of my bride,
For painting not nor any eyes for ever.
Oh warm tears on the body of my bride.
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