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Without food comes death; rice gives food, rain gives rice; rain comes through penance. Therefore, one should do penance for immortality.
A tiny grain of food can be purified through austerity, but meat (like a mountain) cannot—its gravity too great. Poetic stance on purity and food.
The entire moving and unmoving world is sustained by food. From food arises life—this is clearly evident and beyond doubt.
Food, drink, betel, fruits, flowers, ornaments, clothes, perfumes, incense, beds, seats—all are part of offerings and pleasures in rituals and life.
“Go to another forest, eat wild fruit,” says one monkey to another in Ramayana-style tone. A verse rich in layered poetic humor and satire.
With heart on one person, they gaze at another, discharge lust elsewhere, and physically desire another—a critique on hypocrisy and lust.
Who else but you can drink up the sea’s saltwater—an address in praise (possibly to Hanuman or a great sage) that compares someone to a powerful figur...
Sprinkle food with the Gāyatrī mantra saying “this is truth, this is order” and move around it in reverence—showing Vedic food sanctification.
Food is life to all beings; I am refuge to the distressed. Dharma is wealth; saints are protection even after death.
When I called out “another,” she immediately looked up, her face startled, her tongue caught between her teeth in a nervous bite. The verse poetically...
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