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She didn’t notice my quiet signs of love, nor took them seriously; and now, her indifference wounds like Cupid’s arrows.
O divine one, though you are the source of all creation, beings suffer in this world—why do you hide, like a thief?
One should fix appropriate time durations even for grand tasks—without limits, even good signs turn false.
As lightning strikes, the clouds break, and rain like large pearls falls—this paints a vivid natural scene.
The lightning, having desired to embrace the ocean for years, ends up becoming one with the submarine fire (वडवानल). Thus is born the blazing fire of ...
If poverty results from friendship with the ocean, the blame lies with the ocean, not with the one who befriends it. A metaphorical insight into unjus...
Just as the ocean is never filled by thousands of rivers, or fire never satisfied by fuel, the senses are never satisfied by pleasures. Thus, the wise...
If the ocean is humiliated, why do you beg for its regurgitated waters like a crow? And how are you still considered a noble swan among men? A scathin...
The ocean holds jewels below, and treats grass with its crest — its value doesn’t change due to externalities. Likewise, the ocean's greatness is not ...
Though the ocean hides vast regions, ships still cross it. But if it turns empty, even a small cave becomes difficult to explore. A philosophical refl...
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