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O bee, indulge your fancies among other flowers! Why waste effort on an innocent jasmine bud not yet blossomed?
Some women are ornamented by many virtues. Others rise with minimal resources by destiny’s design. All are shaped differently.
The clear springs on the Malaya mountain are a relief to the thirsty. But desert mirages deceive — appearances mislead those who chase illusions.
A lake full of virtues, blooming with lotuses, adorned the lover’s mood as if it were nectar itself, elevated by presence and beauty.
Majestic elephants with golden bells and shining like thunderclouds shower dust like rain, evoking divine imagery.
Many types of melodies originate from different lands — beginning from Māru, each region has its distinct musical expression.
If common men commit many sins, should a great person follow them too? Greatness lies in transcending such behavior.
O Chataka bird, stop crying for this dry cloud. Many other clouds quench thirst—seek those, not one who only thunders but gives no water.
Other birds seek lakes and oceans to quench thirst, but the Chataka bird remains loyal to sky rain, even in drought.
While other bees visit many flowers, one bee becomes intoxicated with a single lotus — true love lies in constancy.
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