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The sage enters the forest, greeted by folded leaf-hands of trees, curious deer, and quietude—a serene welcome from nature.
The pearl necklace on her heaving chest disappears beneath the sparkling spray as she plays in water—sensual beauty meets natural elegance.
The eyes of these women vow never to look away, dragging the heart with them—but cruelly retreat after charming glances.
As if Rama, after slaying Ravana, the autumn moon emerges—radiant, victorious, and dispelling the dark clouds of time.
The fierce and dangerous moment must be met with strong resolve—until the stories of the divine are firmly rooted in the mind.
Even divine women endure suffering as dictated by time and fate—yet their inherent power remains undefeated.
When one sees only darkness and clings to the divine with focused devotion, what danger can remain?
One cannot attain true honor merely through bravado—it must be built through inner self-discipline and reflection.
As the sun moves south, it withdraws from the north—like women who mostly leave men when fortune declines.
Losing in dice play, she cleverly accuses her friends of cheating—mixing playfulness with feigned anger.
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