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She utters soft, tearful words, yet her humility breaks into sobs. Even in conflict, a woman’s nature bends toward reconciliation and emotional streng...
The wicked attack the gentle—like thorns piercing softness, but blunt against hardness. Softness is often mistaken for weakness.
As she places cotton beneath her ornaments, playing with her necklace repeatedly, her tender eyes spin threads of desire, rendering onlookers helpless...
An itching in the right hand foretells illness; on the back—danger; but on the stomach, it predicts a feast. Omens express bodily superstition.
When the Yaksha scratches his left hand with his right, it foretells he will soon become a mighty king—the body reveals fate in motion.
Even a strong hero, though tightly gripped by an angry elephant’s trunk, swiftly slayed it with his sword, even at the cost of injuring himself. This ...
Your hand in battle is like the hand of Death. Enemies lie slain, and the elephants bleeding appear like evening clouds darkened with blood.
The sage donates with his right hand, declaring it is a token for his devotee. This represents the subtle blessing and sanctity in rightful giving.
You yearned to seize the moon with your hand—such was your intent. But I cannot accept such speech, just as scriptures reject meaningless final syllab...
As you curiously reached with your hand through the window, your ornaments glimmered like lightning, echoing the rumbling clouds outside.
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