Aurora
Red lotuses are her hands and feet,
Swarms of bees her eyeshadow
Clinging to blue lotus blossom eyes:
To a chorus of bird cries, Dawn speeds after Night,
A little girl running at her mother’s heels.
From the Sanscrit by Magha, 17th Century
Trnaslated by Brishti Guha
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