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A backbiter roams barking like a dog—unlike the virtuous swan, he cannot discern purity or truth.
Thousands of banners fluttered under the fierce winds, mixing with jingling ornaments and golden dust—painting a vivid war scene.
In the capital of Raurava hell, even breezes smell of decay—a city of intense torment, ungraspable even by mind.
On Mount Meru, jeweled peaks shine and divine women reflect love upon their lords—symbolizing celestial beauty and devotion.
Even the ocean obeys your feet, yet you bear shame on the mountains like a flag—why do you forget your divine essence?
Startled deer flee as trembling earth gives way—nature recognizes the moon’s cooling compassion in the prince’s rule.
A man, afraid and weeping, bows before a proud lady; in love-conflict, tears are a woman’s ultimate weapon.
A king, having completed ninety-nine grand sacrifices, builds a stairway to heaven—each step a symbol of his noble actions.
As the lover spoke, the woman embraced him with swelling passion, as if fearing the wrinkles of love might fade—a tender union.
Angrily, she struck her lover with her lotus-like eyes and lashes—chastising him through expressive glances.
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