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Punish the wicked in proportion to their sins — use wealth to unsettle the rich, and use imprisonment or execution for the poor.
When I, the offender, submit to you, why do you intensify your pride and anger? Should not your graciousness now shine?
I am the offender, O fair-thighed one — show mercy! How can a servant be guiltless if even his master is angry with him?
Even the sorrowless Ashoka tree tolerates the kick of lovely women’s feet — like a drunkard who lives in the lips of his beloved.
A long-serving official becomes arrogant and commits offense openly, disregarding the master due to overconfidence.
Claiming to be guiltless is no guarantee of safety — even virtuous people fear the cruel.
If you believe I have wronged you, my dear, then let your high bosom crush me in punishment — such is my devotion.
In the cool afternoon breeze, swaying tree branches call birds to return to their nests — an image of tranquil harmony.
When seeking a woman as a commodity, one should present oneself honestly, without forsaking self-respect — as true worth shows itself.
A king who acts without examining deception becomes helpless like a bird caught mid-flight — overwhelmed by trickery.
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