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Seeing clear signs of love and passion, the moon, ashamed, retreats—just like the night herself hides in modesty.
Kings lose reason in greed, falling like moths into another’s flame—destroyed by another’s power.
A righteous king upholds both worlds (material and spiritual), and must administer just punishment wisely.
During union, following sacred advice, the women transcend identity, immersed in the singular nondual bliss of love.
One who cultivates these royal virtues enjoys prosperity here and heavenly bliss after.
The king, treating all possessions as trivial, left the world and its impurities, embracing the forest and renunciation.
Upon hearing the king’s naïve trust, the minister laughs and retorts—can one trust the ways of a courtesan?
In front of friends, she pretends sleep, trembling in her lover’s lap—such shyness is a woman’s charm.
Speaking in love among friends, she walks hesitantly toward her beloved, laying each step with longing.
This poetic work, composed to please all great scholars, is a treasure of refined art and a barrier against those envious.
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