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True friendship lasts through beginning, middle, and end—only among the noble. Like gold, tested by cutting, burning, and beating, its essence never c...
I bow to that unique, eternal, and formless Hari—ancient beyond time, without beginning, middle, or end, just like my own garment (perhaps symbolic of...
That which remains unchanged at beginning, middle, and end is what wise kings collect—implying nobility seeks timeless values and enduring truths.
The fame of the primal kings and the ideal literary tradition, once established, do not perish even when they are not physically present.
As spring arrives, the earth appears as a bride clothed in red, with kimshuka trees in bloom swaying in the breeze like flames—a vivid romantic image ...
Though shining and powerful like a twisting serpent (a yogi), I am not seen with mortal eyes. The wounded seek medicine, but I—looked upon by innocent...
With fading hope in the gathering dusk, she sees her beloved's path, and each step towards home is weighed down with pain—her glance turning back in w...
May Shiva, caught in playful quarrels and affectionate bonds with Parvati, protect you—he who faces both delight and trials in love.
Even in passion, Kama (desire) is defeated by the touch of soft, affectionate embraces, marked by playful bites and tender gestures—suggesting love cr...
A woman watches the beloved’s path till dusk, wandering home reluctantly. Her glances, turning repeatedly, echo grief, longing, and hope.
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