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When the sun of dawn rises and lights the earth, all other luminaries appear dull — a metaphor for supreme greatness making others fade.
The sun removes the darkness, awakens activities, and disciplines unruly ways—indeed, a blazing embodiment of cosmic order.
The light that joins me with joy, unlike the moon, doesn’t fade—it gleams like a proud, smiling eastern sky at sunrise.
The baby sun playfully touches mountaintops and water with his soft rays, watched by smiling lotuses and chirping birds.
When you, the king of rising glory, shine forth, what need is there even for the sun? Your fame illuminates more gently than fire.
Women seldom delay for anything, not even the rising sun visible from afar—such is their urgency or selective attention.
The sun, rising from the east, travels the sky and vanishes in sacrificial fire—just as life ends in offering after purpose.
The cardinal points—east, west, north-south—have their traditional names and cosmic associations in Vedic space-time symbolism.
The sun is red at both rise and fall—similarly, the great are equanimous in prosperity and adversity.
The curved belly, indented back, and marked folds are described with humorous affection toward a playful little sister.
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