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The sun appears full on the forehead of Indra’s beloved, shining like a copper vessel in the ocean—radiant in celestial romance.
This towering, cloud-hued peak, resounding with peacocks and alive with birds, brings delight to the eyes—nature’s poetry in stone.
The moon, source of healing, loses brilliance upon entering the sun’s sphere—who doesn’t diminish in front of overwhelming glory?
Though full of nectar and a crown of healers, even the moon cannot escape fate’s decay—destiny spares none.
The war-hammer, symbol of wrath, enters the enemy court like a furious serpent—an embodiment of rage and divine force.
This comet, forged of sins like slaying saints, falls from heaven—its fiery trail outshining the stars.
This rain-laden chariot, soaked with fresh spray and colored by sunbeams, dances above the clouds—nature’s glorious display.
Unless there’s a fire within, even a massive ocean can't flood the worlds—highlighting the necessity of inner passion.
Now is the time to help those in need, before the flood (monsoon) makes water common—value things while they’re rare.
Now, while prosperity lasts, serve others—for in times of misfortune, such chances may not arise again.
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