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Never give anything out of contempt or as mere play—such gifts may harm the giver, undoubtedly.
When mocked, even a mighty being glows red in anger like the sun—yet soon regains its luminous self, undiminished.
Even when ignored by the wicked, a virtue never becomes a vice—like champaka’s fragrance is not diminished by the fly's neglect.
Wealth invites countless forms of disrespect and faultfinding. Even the happiness it brings is often painted with sorrow.
Who can mend love that’s broken by contempt? Even lacquer cannot rejoin a shattered pearl necklace.
O sages, the avatars of Hari are countless, like the innumerable streams that flow from a great lake.
He who protects like a father, burns sins like fire, spreads peace like Shiva, and destroys worldly bondage—such a one is true Dharma.
May the sun’s chariot with its crimson leader bless you, as the sky flashes like an emerald vine adorned with high, dark clouds.
The wicked, like blind elephants, seek dung and filth—such futile desires are ridiculed by the pure stream of great poets' speech.
He who walks the path free of blame and leads others without attachment is the true teacher—the one capable of saving both self and others.
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