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Just as seeds sown in barren land remain fruitless, any favor done to vile people yields no result. Kindness is wasted on the unworthy.
Even in deserts and crevices, you created waves, O Rain-Bearer. Your grace reaches every corner, revealing your novel compassion.
Water offered equally in a dry land, river, thorn forest, or sandalwood grove — such impartial generosity earns lasting fame.
Just like weak syllables become heavy when ending a verse, insignificant people gain weight by proximity to greatness.
When warmth or vapor is seen in the nurse's breast, or blood vessels swell, then it's a sign of healthy milk flow.
Wealth-induced passion increases vigor, but true joy comes only from renunciation governed by dharma.
At dawn, hunters see the bear-like army of monkeys rising near enemy gates — as if fire sparks rest on ash, ready to ignite.
Protected by the radiant Sugriva, the monkey army moved to defeat Ravana, with shining blue limbs and fierce bows.
Surrounded by monkeys and cold breeze, the moon-like Anangada shines, dispelling darkness and delighting in battle.
Rig, Yajur, and Sama Vedas are collectively called the "Trayi" (threefold); he who follows them properly attains both worlds.
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