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As the morning breeze gently stirs, the red orb of the moon hangs like a fruit at the edge of the sky, evoking beauty and poetic delight.
As someone offers puffed rice into the fire at sunrise, it resembles a divine ritual; but it’s the beloved woman’s gesture that truly mesmerizes.
Like a youthful dawn, with lotuses and bees, the eastern sky rises, full of fragrance and sound, like a daughter of night announcing day.
As Janaki (Sita) walks in the forest, her soft lotus feet stumble on the hard earth, urging the land to become soft in compassion.
Her reddish eyes, arched brows, and quivering lips, though angry, are enchanting; Shiva embraces her despite her ire—may this bless you.
Even the soft coral tree and tender leaf are rendered insignificant before the sweetness and softness of your lips, O young maiden—your lips surpass t...
Damsels adorned with reddish garments, with barley sprigs in their ears, and entranced by the sweet songs of birds, become embodiments of love itself,...
The blazing red palash blossoms, coloring the mountain forests in crimson, seem to scorch the hearts of travelers, bearing the brilliance of fire offe...
O maiden, in your red-tinted eyes and the pale face of your beloved, lies the hidden fire of passion—Cupid’s flame flaring in your shy glances.
Offering worship during sunrise yields fruit in ten days, but offering during cow feeding time is said to yield instant results—highlighting the power...
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