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Dressed in radiant golden silks resembling blue lotus depth, with a pearl necklace adorning his chest—who is this youth who seems to stir the entire w...
My mind longs to see you always, just as the moon is beloved to lilies, clouds to the chataka bird, and pollen to bees.
Just as rice particles shower the earth, the moon sends down silvery snow for the benefit of all—surely a divine wish to nourish.
A fool may scorn the moon, nectar, virtue, and wisdom, but society strangely honors such a person—an irony of human judgment.
Even in distant forests or oceans, your enemy’s fame shines brightly, causing envy that denounces the moon, sandalwood, and more.
Her pained heart wanders, unable to rest even in beauty or sacred rivers, scorched by the fire of your separation.
The wicked scorn everything noble—moon, knowledge, virtue—fools praise the undeserving, while wise people are ignored.
She rejects moonlight, sandal, and lotuses, consumed by your absence, and weeps silently, pouring tears on your memory.
Let them mock the moon or lotuses, but the joy and love drawn from it remains undiminished, just as the chakora bird always returns.
Even if her face imitates the moon, desire persists—our attachments remain entrapped by illusion and greed.
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