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Seeing her soft cheeks blushing with love, the youth passes from childhood into the waves of passion.
When the moon rises above wavy waters, its radiant particles bleach the world—symbol of divine purity.
Seeing your fragrant hair suitable for divine adornment, Kāma cautiously considers drawing his arrow.
Rising from bed, she washes her face, wears ornaments, and kisses her beloved—yet her shy heart aches with silent emotion.
Seeing her beloved’s garment on the rope, the modest woman stands silently, heart stirred by memories and loss.
O beautiful one, even bees and chakoras are enchanted by your face and smile, mistaking it for a blooming lotus or moon—lingering in delight.
How do you remain calm, thinking about your beloved’s body which holds all that is impure, yet remembering her sweet words and gestures like nectar?
When one reflects deeply on wise speech, inner joy arises, showing that future realities are beautiful when mindfully considered.
Saints, after thoroughly studying scriptures and epics, arrive at the essence: compassion toward all beings.
Having churned through all scriptures repeatedly, the final conclusion is: meditate always on Nārāyaṇa alone.
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