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Following the path of Krishna and the Yadava clan once gave me great joy. Now, having attained divine realization, even sweet worldly pleasures do not...
O bee! This painted lotus looks beautiful but has neither taste nor fragrance. You are deluded, hovering over mere form without substance.
O lively girl! Your dance, bold and rhythmic, brings color to Rahu’s darkness; you are like the vibrant vine, absorbed in the art of delight.
In this world, the woman given in marriage with water-rituals (ādhibhiḥ datta) remains the rightful wife even after death. Marriage binds eternally.
In this world, a wealthy stranger is treated as kin, while a poor relative becomes invisible even when alive.
For the rich, even strangers become dear. But for the poor, their own kin are seen as evil or unwanted—such is worldly behavior.
O King! Poverty ruins people more than anything. And just as poverty spoils life, a human birth is wasted without the sacred Māgha snāna (holy bath).
Even in daylight, fear looms around the banyan where a Yaksha resides. Yet, a new bride was taken there to spend nights—hinting at neglect or tragedy.
“Here He grazed calves and played the flute”—I spend my days tearfully speaking of Krishna on Yamuna’s banks.
This vast earth, proud of carrying great oceans, cannot match even the back of the divine Tortoise (Kurma) form of Vishnu—divinity surpasses all.
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