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One who envies others' possessions is unhappy here and hereafter. Hence, envy must be forsaken for peace.
The hands and feet become expressive through gestures; the body, rhythm, and movement define the art of dance.
As if trying to understand gestures, the breeze stirs the buds and blossoms—nature’s response to artistic movement.
A woman’s upper garment slips to reveal her bosom modestly—this natural ornament enhances her sensuality, even affecting her enemies.
Her earrings like kusa grass, her neck adorned with coral-like garlands—her attire in spring mirrors nature’s youthful grace.
Your lips, red as Java flowers, outshine a smile’s radiance, mesmerizing maidens like bees drawn to fresh blossoms.
The fire of separation burns the delicate form of the beloved, like tender lotus leaves set aflame—depicting grief.
The bee, desiring fresh lotus pleasure, avoids the bud and moonflower—symbolizing selective attachment or hesitation in love.
I worship the ever-fresh, blue-hued Lord with copper-red eyes, beloved of yogis, resembling tender butter in form and smile.
May Lord Krishna’s enchanting, butter-smeared form—marked by peacock feather—bring you bliss and remove worldly suffering.
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