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O calm-eyed one, why ponder over trifles with raised brows? Like burnt sugarcane juice, love becomes tasteless when mixed with pettiness.
O beautiful one, even immovable sages waver under the sway of your wide, arched, expressive eyes — such is the power of your raised eyebrows.
The full moon, radiant and marked, appears like a bright wheel of milk — as if smitten by Krishna’s foot, shining lovingly above.
Star-clusters glisten on the moonlit throat of the sky like flower-arrows shot by Kamadeva, exuding drops of nectar resembling pollen.
While dressing, the bride discusses her beloved with a messenger. Her joy may stem from her new attire or from his message — the source of her glow is...
The curve of her smile kindles boldness, her glance emboldens lovers, and her coy foot placement ignites chaos in the palace of passion.
Her joyous sound, festive offerings, and tearful glances mark the end of a visit. As the sun sets, she blesses the beloved and bids him farewell — her...
Roaring like a thundercloud and brandishing a mighty sword, the hero extinguished the enemy’s fire of valor, his glory shining across the three worlds...
Though touched by her husband, she felt no joy — like a lifeless stone. His shadow alone excited her once, but now even separation failed to stir her.
The goddess of speech (Vāk Devī), trained in eloquence and poetic aesthetics, learns all arts near the supreme one — such is the majesty of thy praise...
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