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The sacred altar made of cow dung is now cracked and abandoned. The shelter, once vibrant with sacred fuel, now withers and shows broken walls — a poi...
The breeze becomes a skilled teacher of tree-dance in gardens, playing among playful women and water games. The wind, wise in yogic movements, is port...
Even garlands made of fresh blossoms seem weary when crafted by hands unskilled in domestic ways — a metaphor for the ineptitude of those new to tradi...
The high-scented winds and bees bypass ordinary women — only the truly elevated enjoy the sweet scents of fortune.
A clean, reflective reservoir appears like a garden submerged in water, gleaming with moonlight and purity — a metaphor for serenity.
Spring arrives with singing bees and blooming lotus buds, reflected in the lively grace of youthful lovers.
A wise man, regardless of command or suggestion, chooses a seat appropriate to his status and conduct — showing discretion and social wisdom.
He who remains silent in assembly is unworthy, but so is one who speaks without truth — both should be avoided.
Celestial nymphs praise the king’s glory with garlands and flowers, desiring even to adorn divine beings — his generosity transcends realms.
Those who seek wealth from knowledge’s seed only for gain reap nothing — just as barley never grows from rice seed.
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