Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
48
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
I mind that I went round with men and women,
And underneath their brows, deep in their eyes,
I saw their souls, which go slippng aside
In swarms before the pleasure of my mind;
The world was like a flight of birds, shadow or flame
Which I saw pass above the engraven hills.
Yet was there never one like to my woman.
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