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The conduct of the wicked is like a scale—rising with small inputs, falling just as easily. A metaphor for instability.
The influence of women on passionate men is like a storm disturbing tranquil lakes—evoking emotional upheaval.
Behold the disinterest of the young man you desired—he ignores your neglected beauty, letting your ornaments and curls fade.
Even in great difficulty, the virtuous do not give up their vows—like earth not moving despite bearing the weight of armies.
I have erred greatly with my life, that I must now utter painful truths—those blessed friends who died without facing dishonor are the truly fortunate...
Whether in defeat or victory, among enemies or friends, in wealth or poverty—let my days pass in chanting "Shiva, Shiva" in some sacred forest.
O elephant! You bathe thrice daily in sacred water, eat pure leaves, roam holy forests—yet knowledge has not awakened even like in sages.
People want the sun by day, and the moon by night. Similarly, people desire a capable king always.
The sun burns the skin by day; old age and love torment from within—only the sun’s heat is external, not that of desire.
O King! You alone bear the entire earth. Even mighty mountains would collapse under such weight—others cannot compare.
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