Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
43
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I mind that the time of the falling of blossoms started my dream
Into a wild life, into my girl;
Then was the essence of her beauty spilled
Down on my days so that it fades not,
Fails not, subtle and fresh, in perfuming
That day, and the days, and this the latest day.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 43. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/42/.
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Bilhana. Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika), 43. Translated by E. Powys Mathers. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/work/black-marigolds-mathers/42/.