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Even those who drink nectar are never satisfied. Like cows always seeking fresh grass in the forest, desires keep regenerating.
Say "amṛtāyatām" (may it become nectar) after drinking or eating to ensure longevity and joy—even a yawn shared with love can bless one with long life...
The lifeless doe lies unmoving in the hunter’s trap—wounded but silent. A metaphor for silent suffering and helplessness.
The poet, charming and noble, is revered like Garuda. His meters strike like Indra’s thunderbolt—delivering nectar-like vision through verse.
Using golden dust churned from nectar, a celestial sculptor molds her bosom as lotus-like mounds—an exquisite poetic metaphor.
Fools revel in unclean, filthy bodies, likened to waste containers, while the wise withdraw—realizing its transient, impure nature.
You are immeasurable, though present in all worlds. You need nothing yet grant all. Unconquered, yet victorious. Unmanifest cause of the manifest.
Earth belongs to one whose anger and joy are meaningful, who acts with self-awareness, and whose treasure is inner clarity.
The lightning by day, thunder by night, a sage’s speech, and the vision of divinity—none of these are in vain; they always have meaning.
True ornament of a Brahmin is not gold or pearls but the offering they give to gods and ancestors. True wealth is in sacred giving.
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