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A mango creeper, adorned like a new bride, covered with dew, leans toward fruiting—poetic metaphor for budding fertility.
Her cheeks, adorned with new thrills and smiles, betray inner joy despite restrained demeanor—eye’s playfulness reveals the truth.
A fresh stage, with bright redness and subtle marks, gleams like a face of youthful energy and city elegance.
On fresh, verdant earth, victorious cowherds play joyfully; like gems tossed from their beloved’s flower-bed.
The frosty wind, cruel like a new bride’s anger, matches moonlight’s soft cruelty toward parted lovers.
This holy river, adorned with flowers like Lakshmi’s garland, flows like Vishnu’s foot—removing sins and sign of Kaliyuga.
Even by flattery and poetic charm, no one escapes deceit from the crafty—highlighting worldly hypocrisy.
May Lord Narayana, ever united with Satyabhama and Garuda, be victorious, eternally worshipped by the gods.
The ocean and you both are vast and deep, yet he is blue-black while you shine like gold—contrasting natures with similarity.
Though actions are the same, mental motives differ; a child sees a breast for nourishment, a husband for desire.
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