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As with physicians—initial effort leads to great relief—so too in love, the first grasp of the beloved brings lasting joy.
These rivers, swollen with monsoon waters, roar with terrifying might, colliding like locks of battling giants.
Four types of charity are praised by sages: offerings that bring joy both in this world and the next.
To the frightened—give protection; to the sick—medicine; to students—knowledge; to the hungry—food.
Women are blessed when they guard their virtue; a fall from chastity leads to unbearable suffering in the afterlife.
Women must guard their character, avoiding bad company—for their heaven lies in maintaining virtue.
Who doesn’t seek happiness? But true joy only arises when the Lord wills it. He alone shapes destinies.
So many beautiful women roam the night skilled in sensual arts, but I—cursed by fate—have only my own mocking teeth for company.
O Lord, as your lotus hands fall, new rivers are born near the doorsteps of the poor—your touch transforms desolation into abundance.
Fools ride horses, the wise may walk—but a crow on a mountain peak never equals a swan at a riverside.
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