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O Lakshmi, your limbs light up the ocean of milk with the radiance of hope. Even the moon pales in comparison to your gentle smile.
May you receive a son of noble qualities like yourself. This prayer, though repeated often, still remains the most desired among all blessings.
Hope is the source of greatest sorrow; the absence of hope is supreme bliss. The courtesan Pingala realized this and slept peacefully after abandoning...
As soon as Pingala abandoned hope for her lover, she slept peacefully. Hope’s removal brought unexpected serenity—a lesson in spiritual letting go.
A mother considered blessings and a protective charm equally important for her child. His bravery became legendary, unmatched among warriors.
A woman blesses through gentle words, a Brahmin through mantras, a guest by inquiring of one's well-being, and a friend by sharing pure joy—each radia...
One must carefully serve an enraged master, as if handling a venomous serpent—never claiming independence, for his wrath can be lethal.
Your lips may strike like venom, yet their beauty lies in their nectar-like charm. Even poison seems powerless near the sweetness of your smile.
As the beloved rushed to her lover, her cheeks trembled with thrill. Her radiant face, adorned with a delicate mark, outshone even the moon.
She quickly moved past her lover’s hand, casting a flower-like glance, then sweetly sang to the rhythm of the veena, her lips trembling from the melod...
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