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The dog, wounded by effort and violence, should be replaced by a gentle deer—true leadership must act wisely and remove the harmful.
Of all hard-won things, wealth's best use is giving—donation is its true glory, the rest only misfortune.
One who clings to pride invites fatigue, fear, and misery; true wisdom sees ego destroy inherited virtues and knowledge.
With trembling limbs, sweat-drenched breasts, and scattered hair, she seduces unconsciously, her veil slipping in coy delight.
Women, tired and softly breathing, gently rest their lotus eyes on water—creating beauty through stillness and peace.
The cloud gives water freely, expecting only fame; if ignored, it lets it go. What matters is action, not result.
Even if a cow is trained, if milk is exhausted by the calf, what can a herdsman gain? Effort without timing is futile.
"When will you come, O beloved, killer of my pride?" she asks—and covers her moon-like face with a cloth, shy and full of longing.
As your departure nears, even the joys we shared begin to fade—what will my heart do after you’re gone? It fears the unknown.
"I will return to you at night’s end," she said. But as she left, I watched for her return, sleepless and filled with longing.
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