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The garment, like an elephant's anklet, jingles with bangles and laughter from loving tiffs—showing playful quarrels between lovers.
With cloudbursts dimming the sun and moon, the monsoon appears shy, covering herself in a veil of gentle rain and hidden skies.
Earth crossed by Vamana in one step, oceans sailed—what compares to the mind of the noble which surpasses all bounds?
O innocent one, shed your robe—let openness bloom. The jeweled necklace is like a love-river around your moon-like bosom. A sensuous, poetic metaphor.
May the fire in Shiva’s eye that burned enemy armies protect you. The cloud that drank water and hurt the earth was destroyed—only purity endures.
Night gives more of herself to her beloved moon. Day, feeling shy, retreats—poetically showing the romance of moonlit nights.
Darkness, like a boar, plunges into the ocean of sky. The stars glitter like dew on its bristles—cosmic and poetic depiction of nightfall.
Darkness desires to grasp the sky’s end, but seeing its vanity, retreats in shame—expressing humility and restraint poetically.
Clouds heavy with rain hover over flowery kadamba groves and hills as peacocks dance. In such beauty, how can the traveler rush?
May child Krishna who churned the milk playfully yet powerfully, be your savior. Even gods watched with awe and joy as Vasuki wrapped around churn-sti...
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