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Even if another’s flesh is cut, one feels pain; yet still greedily eats the meat, knowing it causes suffering.
There are many virtuous people, but you stand highest among them, dearest to the doe-eyed damsels — because your conduct is spotless.
Many lakes are graced with lotuses, but the Chataka desires only the pure drops from the sky — love chooses one above all.
This beauty and elegance is unique; her form and charm are beyond conventional standards — the goddess-like creation of destiny.
One who doesn’t dwell on others’ sins like they do on their own, remains untouched by sin — as they don’t foster its cause.
One who harms others through action, thought, or speech, inevitably reaps evil results from that seed.
Even the friends and wealth of others perish — O King, observe and understand the nature of misfortune through intellect.
Friendships based on wealth are mere imitations — like how bees hover around flowers for fragrance, not true affection.
While other seasons romanticize sorrow, the winter burns even in daylight, denying solace to longing lovers.
When united against outsiders, we are a hundred and five strong. But in mutual conflict, we are merely five, and they are a hundred. This reflects on ...
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