Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
41
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
The stainless fair appearance of the moon
Rolls her gold beauty over an autumn sky
And the stiff anchorite forgets to pray;
How much the sooner I, if her wild mouth
Tasting of the taste of manna came to mine
And kept my soul at balance above a kiss.
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