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Procreation and upbringing are fundamental to worldly order—and the woman becomes the pivotal bond.
The breeze of Malaya produces joy everywhere—it is gentle, fragrant, and pleases all by nature.
Your pale, sorrowed face causes great despair. Knowing the cause, I long to share your burden, even at the cost of my life.
Sleep abruptly interrupts lovers as they converse passionately, robbing them of joy.
If she is born in your home, she is your daughter or sister; if united with another, she becomes a stranger—wise men renounce her.
The wealthy man is blamed even for false faults, while the poor—even with many faults—are left untouched, like gods.
After raising sons and fulfilling duties, one must renounce all and live like a forest sage.
Even the sun’s shadow flees him though it arises with him—such is the irony of noble beings, always left behind.
The bird trembles in longing, fluttering wildly, moaning, circling, trying to reach his beloved—yet held back by anxiety.
The peacocks dance around the cloud cluster, raising their plumes and stamping rhythmically—celebrating rain like a royal court.
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