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The creator has placed poetic power, musicality, truth, and sweet speech above all—marking the boundary of human refinement.
For those whose hearts are immersed in poetic rasa, even divine nectar or the kiss of a heavenly woman may pale in sweetness.
Poetic talent, health, intelligence, wealth, and honor among one’s kin—these are considered marks of one who has earned heaven.
Poetic power is a divine nectar that descended to Earth; poets are eager to reclaim what originally belonged to the gods.
In poetry—eloquence; in gold—luster; in wealth—generosity; in animals—sweetness; in nobility—kindness; and in great men—wisdom and dignity.
What a poet touches becomes significant; just as noble efforts always bear fruit. For the pure-hearted, every word has power.
For royal patronage, poets turn their speech—once a goddess of eloquence—into a greedy courtesan used by others.
She glows like poetry-filled intellect, like dawn with spoked chariot, like smiling Shiva, free from fiery smoke.
The poet traces shadows, steps, or half-steps—and still captures the full essence of truth. Salutations to such a daring creator.
While Kalidasa, Amar, Achala, and Abhinanda are true poets, the rest merely mimic them superficially—holding only a step of greatness.
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