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The tiger flees as the deer approaches—run swiftly, for strength doesn’t always lie with the fierce.
After fierce clouds part, wagtails walk joyfully along riverbanks—like nature breathing freely after a storm.
Though my verses are sweet and skillful, if they fail to stir the beloved’s heart, they are barren—only the lover finds joy.
We hoped the ocean would give us gems, but it only offered salt—desire led us to a false treasure.
This mango tree, always generous, makes her weep wondering—will he ever give joy like this tree?
The groves, breeze, and season conspire to stir love—her heart seeks desire as the rain makes the world lush.
Her bosom, clothed in silken blue, adorned with pearl-like shine, embodies the fullness of beauty and grace.
This pure white swan may carry either Brahma or Saraswati—its symmetry and purity symbolize divine knowledge.
This ocean, filled only with salt, can’t quench thirst—desire’s illusion fools even the wise.
Which young lover’s karma brought forth this sweet drop—her eye’s tear, falling like a pearl?
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