Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
42
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
Her mouth careless scented as with lotus dust
Is water of love to the great heat of love,
A tirtha very holy, a lover's lake
Utterly sacred. Might I go down to it
But one more time, then should I find a way
To hold my lake for ever and ever more
Sobbing out my life beside the waters.
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