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Suffering arises from kings or from hell, but both are consequences of theft—wise men avoid stealing at all costs.
In this world, merging (laya) is the end of suffering. Only dissolution—of ego, pain, and duality—leads to peace.
In pursuit of dharma, artha, and kama, one must use dharma as the guiding light, never sacrificing it for selfish gains.
In this city of serpents and alleys, it’s better, my dear, to protect the mongoose than roam unguarded.
In this secret bower, a lover’s bed has been made of tender shoots—so say the laughing gopis as they recall Krishna’s liaisons.
Sitting on the forest path, a playful gopi teases the traveler, inviting him to a spot where she once dreamed of love.
Silent-footed, bow-wielding hunters attack the innocent deer, unaware of the world's cruelty—run away, gentle creature.
Here resides Mount Meru, the oceans, and this vast earth—this mighty ground supports all, even those like us.
At night, pressed between two firm breasts, the lover’s heart, drawn by his beloved’s charms, crosses the river of darkness.
The blind revere you not for your virtues but your caste—those with eyes mock your character—such is the irony of the world.
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