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Alas, even when the sun’s flame cools after burning the world at dawn, the darkness of ignorance remains unburnt. Light can pierce heat, but not delus...
May the sharp nails of Narasimha, who lovingly sought to embrace Prahlāda’s heart while tearing apart Hiraṇyakaśipu, bring you divine joy.
Her flawless body, which brought immense delight, made even the brilliance of jewelry seem redundant among the lotus-eyed women.
Who invites a tree to bear fruit? Or asks the full moon its cause? Greatness silently serves all; the world questions only the weak.
The sweetness among sugarcane, milk, and jaggery greatly varies. Even Saraswati cannot fully describe it—such is subtlety in experience.
The sugarcane’s richness flows through clever irrigation into fields and rivers, making even muddy water pleasant—how subtle systems sustain life.
As grinding enhances the quality of sugarcane, sesame, and even women—so too suffering refines character.
After consuming sweets and delicacies, one must still perform cleansing rituals—discipline follows enjoyment.
Smara (Kāmadeva) wields a sugarcane bow, flower arrows, and bee troops—yet commands even the gods. May this unconquerable god protect you.
Like sugarcane juice or river flow, your brow’s curve enchants and intoxicates—reminding one that even graceful destruction holds sweetness.
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