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The wisdom to discern the inert and active, to purify elements, and to surrender at the mother's feet—defines the essence of Shaiva knowledge.
In fierce imagery, the devotee anoints the fierce goddess with blood amidst battlefield chaos—a vision of divine wrath and ritual.
If the moon-like poets never composed nectar-like poetry, where would the troubled hearts of mortals find refuge?
The deluded god of love (Kāma) runs from one beautiful woman to another, lost in his thirst—symbol of lust and instability.
In true love, unity of hearts brings fulfillment. But in forced unions with divided minds, the meeting is like that of corpses—lifeless.
The divine duties: self-control, peace, truth, righteous conduct. One must master both joy and sorrow and govern the heart.
A clever lover decorates each part of his beloved, evoking goosebumps and ultimately dissolving her pride with subtle, patient gestures.
Though her husband is perfect, the woman still sulks out of love—how can one be angry at one’s faultless beloved? A paradox of affection.
"Is this action befitting your vow, your lineage?"—a stern rebuke for betraying noble conduct despite great heritage and learning.
Glorious fame shines spotless like a moonwashed sky, while infamy, once born, can never even cast its shadow on such sacred stories.
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