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Even Yama, the god of death, casts away his noose and honors the wise who speak aptly and generously — their words are like pearl-streams from donatio...
You have wedded the dark lady — your sword. Hence, I believe, others have feared to confront you.
Even though adorned with a radiant crown, you foolishly embrace the sea — dangerous, chaotic, and ever-changing. Strange are the ways of women.
Even if she is steadfast and patient, why burden the soft, loyal woman like a turtle carrying the harsh load — beyond her natural design?
The bull that once bore heavy burdens with dignity is now aged and weak, and his value is being auctioned — a lament on faded glory.
One who slays the cow to extract milk finds nothing but blood — so too a kingdom perishes when mismanaged by greedy rulers.
If a man impregnates a girl below sixteen and he is under twenty-five, the fetus may die — indicating maturity's necessity in reproduction.
When reciting poetry, syllables reduce in ascending order — like giving more to elders and less to juniors — a poetic and ethical metaphor.
Even from the lowly or an enemy, a wise one should make peace. Friendship formed in distress holds true meaning.
Her holy waters soothe sun-scorched skin, drawing even midnight bathers. Yet her dark waves appear blackened by thick bands of darkness.
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