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The breasts are so perfect that even their coverings fail to hide them properly—the verse teases divine or feminine beauty that defies modesty.
To the north lies the divine Himalayas, the king of mountains, standing between two oceans like the very measuring rod of earth.
There exists a subtle world, visible only through art. In miniature or grand expression, all elements come to life—art mirrors the world.
Through art, one can portray every drama, story, and human emotion—art becomes the womb of all possibility.
Even though the cloud shines on mountaintops or in the sky, once struck by winds it never reaches the depths—likening fame to instability.
Even as the forests burn and rivers run dry, and the entire world is scorched, you thunder arrogantly, O cloud, without yielding rain. You terrify chi...
The god of love (Kamadeva) used up all his arsenal in the first strike, yet again aimed at the fragile beloved. His form remained beautiful like a blo...
Whether woman, dwarf, human or even animal — anyone can possess weapons due to fate — but one must never abandon manliness (strength of spirit).
When my father, teacher of all warriors, stood amidst the battlefield consumed by flaming missiles, O Karna, go without fear! As he shoulders the burd...
Though surrounded by clashing armies and weapons, I won the prince. My teacher, moved by affection, embraced me and blessed me, revealing his grace.
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