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The moon, having completed its rise in the east, begins its descent westward—a metaphor for how even the most beloved, once complete, begin decline.
A description of ideal equine anatomy—strong thighs, well-jointed, and free of nodes and wounds. A guideline for evaluating beauty and strength in ani...
A fool clings to grief like a thorn in the heart, while the wise sees the same loss as liberation—a path toward spiritual clarity.
Despite waxing fully, the moon thins again—just as passion reaches its peak, it dissolves into longing. Desire fades though love remains.
In presence of the beloved, silence becomes speech, averted gaze becomes affection, and the covering with a veil becomes a surrender of the soul.
Forests filled with violent animals appear lush and abundant, yet evoke fear in the heart of the sage and his consort. Beauty without peace is decepti...
Neglecting tender creepers with adorned flowers (youthful women), the unworthy instead find pride in associating with the base and impure.
With flowers, sacred offerings, and restrained austerity, she worships Shiva daily, her beautiful hair brushing the altar—depicting sacred femininity.
Your eyes have conquered me—declared bashfully by the buzzing bees, as if confessing to your earrings in a whisper of love.
A gift given with disdain or without faith is considered vile—wise sages declare such charity as unworthy.
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