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Vines in spring resemble beautiful women: their curls like bees, flowers like breasts, and tender shoots like delicate hands—nature personified as fem...
Your feelings for me are false, and mine for you are no less illusory; even if experienced, they are unreal—like one's own death seen in a dream. A ve...
Even if false, the beautiful central part of the chest, tresses like bosoms, and hands of the lotus-eyed maiden shine in loving embrace—why not admire...
The poet vividly paints a romantic moment: the heroine’s loose braid and arms encircling a lover’s waist, her open mouth showing radiant teeth as she ...
The wind, scented from flowers, moves slowly like a wandering ascetic adorned with garlands made by bees and ashes from the forest—a metaphor of medit...
What is the worth of the wise who have not lost their power, if they do not instantly act upon hearing another's pain? Compassion is true greatness.
He who desires happiness should maintain friendship with the ungreedy, discussion with the wise, and companionship with the noble—advice for a fulfill...
Non-greed is the highest wealth, non-violence the greatest austerity, and sincerity the supreme wisdom—flawless virtues for the wise.
A young man’s moon-like face soon becomes covered with heavy beard like moss-covered lotus—beauty fades with time. A poetic reminder of impermanence.
O divine one, who shines like supernatural cosmic light across the three worlds, you are praised as a jewel of noble lineage—who would not glorify you...
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