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Slowly passing through the shady banana groves, the southern wind arises, skilled in stealing the garments of maidens—a true agent of love!
One who donates wealth stolen from another is not virtuous—he goes to hell; the rightful owner alone deserves the fruit.
He who hides his feelings is betrayed by the soft moonlight, the bed, and the night—all witness his restlessness and unspoken longing.
Just as the ocean is worshipped with water and the sun awakened with a lamp—neither adding anything materially—so too are the great souls pleased not ...
Even the holy Ganga becomes salty when it merges with the ocean; similarly, a wise person must not associate with that which is impure or unworthy, le...
Things like moonlight, sandal essence, and coolness in intimate union—though temporary in other contexts—reach their peak tranquility and coolness in ...
May the playful waves at your water-sport mock the wavering of your garland; as the breasts’ firm curves disturb the water’s rhythm, it symbolizes pla...
O friend, wipe the serpent-like trail of the kiss from your cheek, discard your loosened blouse, and hide your love bites with red dye—how will you fa...
After dispelling dark clouds and smoke-born gloom, the autumn moon, like a skilled artist, whitens the entire world with its cool nectar-like light.
The doe-eyed beauty's movements, speech, and expressions brim with natural charm, yet they are devoid of pride or vanity—a lesson in graceful humility...
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