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When a virtuous person arrives, one should rejoice and respect him—such reverence multiplies virtues and blessings.
A woman who devours all, even as her husband arrives, and is rejected by children, family, and kin—symbol of greed and neglect.
Seeing Krishna approaching on the street, Bhama is overwhelmed, bows, yet hides shyly, trembling in divine love.
Weary travelers rush to rivers and trees—trees serve them with fragrance, shade, and gentle breeze. Their dharma lies in selfless service.
Rivers continuously flow—some stay, some leave, yet the land of nectar (amṛta) remains eternally rich and victorious.
Days come and go with heat and cold, yet we know not what they bring—such is the mystery of time and fate.
The serpents’ wives cling to their beds like frail reeds—this palace now feels like a prison; even a moment here is unbearable.
When women return from the forest and see a preening peacock, they distrust men—its insincerity mirrored in human nature.
As day’s glory arrives, ashoka buds bloom like new ornaments on the sky, delighting doe-eyed women with fresh light—poetic dawn.
The extended strokes of kohl on long eyes complete slowly—her beautification takes time, but her hand finally rests with grace.
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