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The bee laments: “Where there is fragrance, there’s no nectar; where there's nectar, there's no aroma.” Thus, abandoning curiosity about jasmine, he l...
O friend, don’t mistake every entwined vine for romance! In the monsoon wind, even trees and creepers appear to embrace—don't recall your lover's unio...
Here, bright moonlight falls like the imprint of intoxicated parrot beaks—mimicking the play of lovers’ delicate hands as they loosen ornaments in pas...
Even the insignificant gains greatness through noble association. A deer standing near the moon seems to leap across the sky.
In this world, wealth of knowledge grants joy, fame, honor, and ultimately liberation—an unmatched treasure.
The songs of bees intoxicated with jasmine nectar blend sweetly with the dance of blooming flowers moved by gentle breezes.
Forests echo with fearful cries—stones disturbed by buffalo horns, bears grunting in caves, and unborn deer trampled by accident.
Rejoicing elephants fill the forest with cries that echo as if Kalabhairava roars, while rays of light shine on golden gems.
What is done here as karma bears fruit elsewhere—like a tree bearing fruits on branches from water at its root.
O King, in this world (earth), all actions (karma) performed bear fruits in the afterlife. This world is the field of action (karma-bhūmi), while the ...
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