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Insult to one’s wife causes deep inner pain—like a blow from a heavy hammer striking the heart.
Even if actions are performed rightly, if done for selfish family gain, they’re disapproved by the noble.
Burdened by marriage and sensuality, the woman ages and suffers—her body weary, once graceful, now tired.
The beloved, with disheveled hair and partial disrobing, points at flowers to hint desire—stealing the lover’s mind.
Wife, wealth, and friends are all transient—they fluctuate endlessly. Thus, the wise must remain unattached.
The sorrow of losing one's beloved wife is etched in one's body itself, just as noble men bear pain gracefully.
O elephant! Respect this bee buzzing near you—it may belong to divine tuskers who wear them on their crown.
The rich man writing black deeds with ink forgets that near death, his wealth won’t rescue him.
The pen, burdened by fruitful weight, bends down like a lotus yielding to sweet scent—ready to fulfill duty.
A charming red-throated courtesan, sleepy with wine, approaches with another woman to serve you sensuously.
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