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Though unseen, the subtle whorls of your breast-halo stir the hearts of secret practitioners, guiding their meditation in hidden devotion.
Even great power, if unspoken or unrecognized, remains scorned—like a hidden flame that fails to bring light.
What use is knowledge to the stingy or wealth to the foolish? Both are wasted without generosity, strength, and discernment.
Poets, like children, speak only the precious words that stir the mother’s affection—proving pure speech wins the heart.
A worthy guest arrives at dusk, like the setting sun—never a burden to the house, but always a blessing.
When a guest arrives unbidden at evening, host and deity both honor him—teaching the sacred duty of welcoming strangers.
One must not blindly act on fleeting impulses; even a tranquil mind can be scorched by rash decisions.
Words uttered to the uncomprehending are as futile as pearls before swine. A wise speaker chooses their audience carefully.
Those who uphold unrighteous causes have no true support. Their only refuge becomes the pure waters of the Ganges and the armor of righteousness.
Scholarly debates arise only where scriptures lack clear evidence; for direct sciences like astronomy, the sun and moon themselves are witnesses.
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