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From a single eleven-syllable mantra, many forms arise, growing by one syllable each—forming 16 mantras up to 26 syllables.
A single glance, a playful brow, a soft smile—these are weapons of beautiful women. Who can measure their charm?
A moon-eyed maiden, radiant in love, bows her smiling lotus-face to kiss her beloved seated in a secluded pavilion.
Humans call solitude peaceful, yet it can destroy both passion and resolve—two engines of action.
For one who is firm in solitude, resolute, sense-controlled, and immersed in spiritual yoga, liberation is assured.
How could Brahma, who made such a beautiful maiden, err? Perhaps in fear of Shiva, Kama took her form to tempt.
O Bharata, no one can please everyone equally. Friend, foe, or neutral—each has differing needs.
A moon-faced bride, secretly watching a traveler from her home, smiles and splits her food—half duty, half joy.
In a solitary, pure, and peaceful place, one should sit on sacred grass and cloth and begin meditative discipline.
In serene solitude, one should sit on kusha grass and cloth for meditation—an ideal condition for entering samadhi.
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