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A valiant army is marked by strong elephants in rut, rains, and stormy onset—ideal of heroic strength.
In the cosmic celebration of creation, her speech flows like nectar—abundant and devoid of worldly limits.
When will our sins be washed away by the sacred river Yamuna's waves, as we hold the Lord's lotus feet on our heads?
He believed that the pollen in flowers held weapons of destruction—such was the pain of separation and power of memory.
The bee ignores heavenly flowers and desires another blossom—symbolizing pointless wandering and imitation.
I bow to the divine city Vasavī where peacocks respond to divine maidens' song and Airavata's trunk pours heavenly rain.
The melodious stream of flute music from Lord Murāri (Krishna), flowing with the sweetness of celestial nectar and the cleverness of refined arts, gen...
Without the drumbeat of Amaru's poetry, no other erotic poetry moves or resonates in the ears of the fortunate. His mastery in expressing love and pas...
Neither the nectar was drunk by the gods, nor the poison by Śiva; this metaphor illustrates how both sweet and toxic speech reside in a wicked person'...
When wealth leaves, so do admirers, bees, and even the most beautiful beloveds. Only fame earned through virtue remains constant and ever-glorious.
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