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The poet playfully describes his body marked by various women of different regions—a romanticized geopolitical metaphor.
Fiery-mouthed demons with terrifying features flood the battlefield—poetic hyperbole for fierce warriors or enemies.
A wounded bull in fear and fatigue slinks away from fields in the morning—symbolizing decline after resistance.
Wicked people leave divine music and chase thorny paths instead—like avoiding nectar for a tangle.
Without the ear-piercing shriek, your cry sounds like a koel—only by terrain and context does one know its value.
The nightingale’s voice charms only when beauty is yet unseen—otherwise the moon and sound fade into insignificance.
Her cheek, touched by coarse dye and yellow paint, catches the eye like tender shoots emerging—vivid poetic imagery.
The series of touch, glance, and question reveals love blossoming silently—intimacy is communicated without words.
Despite being pierced in the ears, the elephant still gives—nobility lies in action, not appearances.
As gold lies in lotus centers and water flows in rivers, that which pervades all diversity deserves our reverence—homage to the Supreme.
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