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One who cuts down mango trees and crushes palāśa leaves in greed for fruit but then laments when fruits appear—symbolizes short-sighted destruction be...
An unworthy person appears beautiful only due to a noble association—like filth seeming fragrant when seen in a woman’s gaze.
Some, O Lakṣmaṇa, dare to fight by fate’s push alone, though there is no sign of their ability in any other action.
Some dare fight with even Saumitri (Lakṣmaṇa) by fate’s pull, though they lack any strategic means of real conflict—highlighting overconfidence.
A hero decapitates an enemy in battle, ascends to heaven, and sees himself dancing with divine maidens—suggests heroic death as celestial ascension.
Though everyone is in place, someone’s hand alone pierced the crown through a tiny crevice—an extraordinary act defying fate.
One can compose, another appreciates, but both astonish us—like gold formed into a gem and another testing its worth. Greatness is rare in all forms.
Some desire leaves, others flowers or fruits, but when the harsh summer arrives, no one gives water to the root—highlighting selfishness.
Some friends are like garlands—temporary, others like balance—equal, some like mountains—firm, and others like Earth—broad and grounding.
A wounded elephant, cooled by a she-elephant’s breath, is nearly revived, but she faints seeing him struggle—poetic portrayal of love and empathy.
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