The Fifty Stanzas of Chauras

[Ralls]

"Even now
The stainless fair appearance of the moon
Rolls her gold beauty over an autumn sky
And the stiff anchorite forgets to pray;
How much the sooner I, if her wild mouth
Tasting of the taste of manna came to mine
And kept my soul at balance above a kiss."

Black Marigolds
Chaurapanchasika:
The Fifty Stanzas of Chauras
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