Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
46
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
The night is full of silver straws of rain,
And I will send my soul to see your body
This last poor time. I stand beside our bed;
Your shadowed head lies leaving a bright space
Upon the pillow empty, your sorrowful arm
Holds from your side and clasps not anything.
There is no covering upon you.
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