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Her lofty, fragrant breasts, adorned with alluring grace, stir desire in all who behold her. A sensual yet poetic celebration of feminine beauty.
Even a bow without string shines amidst gems, merely due to association. The wise seek company of the great to shine themselves.
The stars, reaching for a high tree, receive more than they wished. Those who aim high often receive unexpected boons. A poetic metaphor for ambition.
Even noble lineages split when a woman enters with her charms. Like an axe cleaving a tree, love can divide legacy and power.
This moonlight on the hill, wavering with shade and shine, resembles the varied moods of a devoted elephant—symbolic of duality in beauty and power.
Moonlight remains at the heights while darkness hides in depths. Like this, people’s fates depend on their qualities—matching light to nobility, and d...
Despite being noble, pure, and capable, a man without wealth becomes light like cotton—undervalued. A critique of how society ignores inner worth when...
A servant blinded by desire humiliates himself, spends his wealth, loses breath in war, and still gains nothing—driven not by love, but by greed.
She pulls his face close and kisses him gently, murmuring “mine,” then pushes him away. Her pride and affection wrestle in a delicate dance of love.
With a single raised eyebrow, a shy cheek pressed in passion, she composes verses on my soul—expressing affection not with words but with glances.
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