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Detached from sense-objects, her eyes closed like lotus buds, breathing gently, she appears absorbed in formless meditation — as if in constant yoga.
The lily, saddened by moon’s setting, unknowingly accepts a bee bearing poison, mistaking it for comfort — a metaphor for misplaced trust in love.
A drunken man stumbles, vomits, swats flies, mutters abuse — an embodiment of excess and loss of control. A moral-poetic caution.
A woman sees her beloved departing at dusk, wind trembling her curls, hope fading. She retreats home slowly, dreams her only solace.
The sky, veiled in chaotic twilight, hides its beauty like a woman covered by worn garments after losing her ornaments — grief of nature itself.
As the sun descends behind the western mountain, moonlight's uncertainty leaves fireflies fluttering about like spies in a kingdom overtaken by night.
The sky, adorned by setting sun touching river-like clouds over mountaintops, resembles an elephant adorned for battle — fierce yet majestic.
When sun sets and moon is full, Mercury rises. These astronomical signs govern astrology. Also metaphorically, light fades, but wisdom (Budha) arises.
In twilight, the mountain seems to hold the setting sun and rising moon — as if the cosmos itself is performing a grand celestial drama.
Cows with red, mouse-like eyes, drooping horns, and dull hues are inauspicious — a traditional sign, used here to depict signs of decline.
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