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In a noble family, how can a child be without virtue? Just as a mine of rubies won’t produce mere glass beads.
As clouds roar, unsettling birds and beasts, the lion—unbothered—remains content with its usual prey. Suggests majesty doesn’t hunger for the trivial.
In the jungle, a smoky trail with curving bursts rises like a neck of a blue buffalo – fire spreads, bringing tremors in leaves, symbolic of inner unr...
In a world harsh with mutual hatred, only sweet words bring unexpected friendship – a reminder of the power of gentle speech.
In this darkness of fluttering cloths and gems, the coiled patterns recall the underworld of snakes, evoking primal fears or mystical memories.
In this naturally charming setting, Cupid’s glance lingers on you, O beautiful one! So much so, your waist appears to grow thinner with each moment.
On this earth, greatness comes by luck, not merit. The world feeds the crow, but rarely honors the pure swan. A lament on misplaced values.
What remains unspeakable in this desert? O traveler, do not lament – the burning sand you see was once your desire’s mirage.
In this vast cycle of time, a few pure souls like Shuka and yogis cling to your feet, O Lord – we are unworthy even to grasp your nail's dust.
In this cauldron of delusion, Time cooks all beings with day and night as fire and months as ladle – a cosmic allegory.
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