Page 657 of 1110
The camel, tall yet foolish, born in the desert, frightens with noise but lacks merit — unworthy of royal grace.
Her buds strain against the limit of her chest — the fullness of youth silently declares her ripening beauty.
The breath breaks, dust flies, lips tremble — silent is the bed of love, where even arguments are unspoken.
When lovers are near, women’s bodies loosen their bonds, breath deepens — desire awakens at once.
Hiccups, lying still, drowsy eyes, half-speech — these actions of the dog are praised as graceful feminine charm!
Breath is life; if even breath ceases, life ends — it is wondrous that something so subtle sustains everything.
When a sharp arrow pierces the heart, even breath won't escape — what hope is there for eloquent speech?
Tell everything to him, dear friend — why must a beloved who causes sorrow not be reasoned with or corrected?
A noble person stays silent at personal insult, but speaks steadily with warmth and reason in their own duty.
O golden ketaki! Let not your fragrance bloom, lest the maddened bees destroy you in their drunken pursuit.
Help us expand this library of wisdom! If you know a Shloka or Subhashitam that isn't yet featured, please share it with our community.
Submit Your ShlokaYour contributions are greatly appreciated. 🙏