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The swaying hips and glancing eyes of the young woman strike the heart like Cupid’s arrows—stirring love through subtle motion.
Even brief praises that bring your name into the heart purify the soul—let my speech be sweet and devoted.
The sound of anklets, buzzing bees, slipping pearls, and sweat-dewed breasts—this is the wealth of love-play, divine and passionate.
Lift your eyes, let bees dance around, let words flow like nectar—make your face a full moon and heart light as moonbeam.
With a loving whisper, the friend announces the beloved’s arrival—eyes light up, joy spreads, but all may still be illusion.
Hanuman crossed the limitless ocean, pierced the cosmos—while most experiences have limits, the discernment of the noble knows no bounds.
Your virtues outshine even the jewels of the ocean and the brilliance of the sun—your deeds lie far beyond mere words of praise.
The Earth is bounded by ocean, the sun measures space—yet wisdom in the noble defies all boundaries and surpasses limits.
Like the ocean, the great are calm and unwavering—only those near them know their true nature, not those who overpower them.
As Vishnu awakened after slaying Madhu-Kaitabha, his face shone like the moon rising from a river—pure and resplendent.
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