Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
47
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I think your feet seek mine to comfort them.
There is some dream about you even now
Which I'll not hear at waking. Weep not at dawn,
Though day brings wearily your daily loss
And all the light is hateful. Now is it time
To bring my soul away.
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