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The heat of the sun, drunk deeply across body, limbs, and senses, finally releases the fever of separation—letting tears fall like rays of light upon ...
Even the sun can’t match you—he scorches beings with harsh rays, but your momentary anger, with just a glance, burns far more deeply.
From the strength of intellect, effort, and discipline, the tree of success grows high—its fruit nourished by wisdom and the labor of the mighty.
This entire world, though vast, becomes small like a berry before the goddess Saraswati, whose grace allows poets to see even the subtlest truths.
O elephant, why do you sigh and suffer for fleeting pleasures? Abandon honey and thorns alike, and with calm detachment, you shall once again be worth...
O beloved of the elephant, why grieve over the rare honey that once appeared in the forest and now is lost? Instead, clean your heart with fallen yell...
That Pilu tree you ignored while chasing honey is now sprouting fresh shoots, enjoyed by other elephantesses. The once-scorned becomes cherished by th...
O elephant, even if by fate you taste honey from bees, stop! Grass in the forest is plentiful. The first sweet taste leads to painful longing. Choose ...
Why cry in haste, O elephant, when struck by fate? Who knows what will happen next? Your cries might seem brave, but the burdened throat will tire. So...
The rising moon caresses the breasts of Earth, pushing away her dark garments. Like a passionate lover, he kisses the blossoming lilies, brightening t...
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