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उदयं प्राप्य तीक्ष्णत्वाद्
दुष्प्रेक्ष्यत्वमुपेयुषः।
पादान्तिके वसुमतो न हि मानी निषीदति॥

As the sun rises, its intensity makes it unapproachable—just as proud people avoid the ground near kings.

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Unity brings both glory and destruction—powerful in rise, collective forces also fade together.

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At dawn, the sun rises behind the Eastern mountain like divine radiance uniting rivers in the sky—a glorious metaphor of union.

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Having awakened the lotuses with soft light and enjoyed their bloom, the sun sets again, leaving angry bees behind.

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The sun, rising atop mountains, revives the sleeping world—may his golden rays bless and destroy our poverty and darkness.

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As the sun rises, hidden moonbeams are scattered like untied hair—his radiant face captures my soul.

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This Eastern dawn, pale and beautiful, signals her beloved’s presence—just as a woman's face reveals the heart's desire.

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As the sun rises, bees hum in melody across waterlilies, and swans echo with joy—ushering in day with beauty and music.

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As lightning streaks and the sun rises, Nature paints her canvas—Rambha’s lower body, twin mountains, moon and conch come alive in form.

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Even when the sun rises, if darkness remains, what use is dawn? If karma is unshakable, what of remembering your feet, O Lord?

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