Black Marigolds (Chaurapanchasika) · 1919
49
Translated by E. Powys Mathers (Black Marigolds, 1919)
Even now
Death I take up as consolation.
Nay, were I free as the condor with his wings
Or old kings throned on violet ivory,
Night would not come without beds of green floss
And never a bed without my bright darling.
Most fit that you strike now, black guards,
And let the fountain out before the dawn.
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