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A clever courtesan ensnared a king, who neglected duties and relied blindly on ministers, by nurturing attachment and serving his desires.
As the commander issued orders and departed, he stopped, signaled with a smile, and stood still in the darkness.
For those scorched by worldly suffering, there is no true joy except in the cool shade of liberation’s tree.
With his beloved by his side, life passed in a moment; without her, days turned to colorless nights—like a pale imitation of time.
O Devi, noble women from high families always revere their husbands with unwavering minds, seeing them as supreme divinities.
Her face pressed gently on her hand, one ear asleep, she heard his sweet words both consciously and unconsciously, absorbed fully.
Love struck swiftly and violently; the soft woman trembled, fearing the pain from harsh union though eager in affection.
The king advanced with righteous policy, cleansing his realm and shining like autumn moonlight over his devoted subjects.
By mastering humility and strategy, the king ascended to radiant prosperity like the peak of a mountain studded with jewels.
After meals, one should listen to epics and Puranas, then enjoy leisure time with the women of the inner palace.
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