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The body is composed of substances, knowledge, and actions, yet it is also the source of manifold sorrows and sufferings—an impermanent vessel of expe...
This is but the first attraction; without a second, how can it grow into the fifth (ultimate) stage of love? Highlights the evolution of emotional att...
Like water droplets on red-hot iron, virtues vanish instantly from the hearts of the wicked—they cannot retain or recognize goodness.
There’s no beauty in improperly planted trees; similarly, in art or creation, without due method, appeal is lost. A metaphor for discipline in executi...
Gifts offered during solstices, equinoxes, and eclipses yield inexhaustible merit—highlighting sacred timing in charity.
Her lips—brilliant and unbroken in charm—outshine coral, lotus, and ruby, roaring in beauty and sensual appeal.
Even in budding form, the breasts captivate eyes; what splendor will they attain when fully developed? A poetic reflection on youthful allure.
Though aged and weighed by heavy breasts, she still commands the majestic form of a matured river bank—resonating with enduring grace.
The bee leaves another flower and comes to sip mine—dear jasmine, don’t be sad; bees know no loyalty. A metaphor for fleeting affection.
The sun, dimmed in rising smoke, still manages to climb skyward—undeterred by obstacles, a metaphor for persistent brilliance.
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