Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
44
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
She with young limbs as smooth as flower pollen,
Whose swaying body is laved in the cool
Waters of languor, this dear bright-coloured bird,
Walks not, changes not, advances not
Her weary station by the black lake
Of Gone Forever, in whose fountain vase
Balance the water-lilies of my thought.
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