A Poem

A poem by Edward Powys Mathers

Joy fills my eyes, remembering your hair, with tears,
And these tears roll and shine;
Into my thoughts are woven a dark night with raindrops
And the rolling and shining of love songs.

From the Hindustani of Mir Taqui (eighteenth century).

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