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Through devotion to mother, one attains this world; to father, the middle world; to guru, the supreme Brahmaloka.
A devoted wife shows affection, speaks sweetly, shares wealth, and forgives faults with love—idealizing graceful domestic harmony.
A man of lower caste sought a noble woman for conquest, but died in pursuit of love for someone above his station—poetic justice.
Destiny attempted to craft this radiant-armed lady, but she loves harsh expressions despite inner softness—like a tender lotus with a thorny surface.
May a lion-like king rule this ocean-bounded land, circled by Himalayas and Vindhyas, under one sovereign umbrella.
Prostitutes spend all wealth given to them by clients—highlighting the fleeting nature of indulgent life.
When youthful beauty fades, lotus-eyed maidens lose their charm, and once-proud women are humbled by age.
Beauty, fame, wealth, pleasure—all are fickle like women’s eyes, and yet mortals cling to such fleeting things.
Rivers appear graceful with hoof cuts and deer-play, resembling hidden lotuses where swans swim—likened to maidenly movement.
Even great gods like Indra and Chandra have been humiliated by their senses—how then can mortal beings claim to be untouched or pure?
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