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Even one born in a noble family may serve the lowly or speak poorly when driven by hunger—highlighting how necessity can alter dignity.
The finest youth is visibly drawn to romantic cues; when the beloved is present, even subtle hints stir the body—who can stop Cupid’s play?
Everyone enjoys high-quality items, but only the refined can appreciate even corrupted things—unlike you, oh monkey!
Her waist curves like a snake, causing divine beings to tug at her like Mandara mountain during churning—such is her allure.
The fire of poetry burns within, lighting up Saraswati, who feels modest and retreats inward—symbolizing deep, sacred inspiration.
Seeing the face of a superior opponent, the weaker lowers his head, witnessing a battle of life and death unfolding.
Fixated only on the best woman, like an elephant toward a lotus pond, you disrupt friendships and grasp everything with force.
The best acts upon thoughts; the mediocre speaks them; the worst neither believes nor does anything, only boasting about ancestors.
If nurtured, even the best becomes content—like a tree blessed by feet watering its roots, not by itself.
A noble's anger lasts a moment, a mediocre's for hours, the base for days, and the wicked never forgive—highlighting emotional maturity.
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