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Though called the moon and bearer of nectar-rays, in essence he seems to emit poison — appearances are deceptive.
A bird sees a dark cloud and recalls the moon-showered days — yearning for past joy amidst dark present.
What use are baths in nectar streams, if a priceless hug from an old friend isn't possible? True bliss is emotional, not material.
Who created women as if reservoirs of nectar and heaps of pleasure? They seem to be treasures of love itself.
A wise sage is satisfied as if with nectar by insults and always avoids praise as one avoids poison. For a true yogi, honor is a distraction, while di...
The enlightened one rejoices in disrespect, finding peace in humility. But he who shows contempt perishes—his arrogance leading him astray.
Though born from the cool moonbeams, pearls kept within the ocean's belly are said to bear heat—symbolizing how even serene origins may harbor inner t...
In your radiant moon-like face, even a lotus-hating star becomes loving. Who needs the moon when your beauty shines with such warmth?
Only from you—O divine one—could emerge life-saving nectar. Even Shiva bore the deadly poison with love for you. Such is your grace.
With limbs soft like nectar-inflated clouds, your embrace kindles longing in the hearts of all, filled with affection and yearning.
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