Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
5
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I bring her back to me in her quick shame,
Hiding her bright face at the point of day;
Making her grave eyes move in watered stars,
For love's great sleeplessness wandering all night,
Seeming to sail gently, as that pink bird,
Down the water of love in a harvest of lotus.
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