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O Mother, Shiva subdued desire, yet this vision of yours awakens it again. Is it a hymn or a contradiction? Such divine beauty overwhelms even austeri...
I can survive on fallen leaves and rainwater in the forest—but I cannot beg in a pitiful voice, saying "Give me." True dignity resists pleading.
Even a small dog may sit on an elephant’s head if favored by the king, but can it ever match the elephant’s power? Favor ≠ strength.
O Love, you burn like fire, dark in hue like smoke, yet intoxicating as sandal—your shamelessness is evident in how you torture hearts.
Let there be thousands of ornaments and beauties, but only you have transformed beauty into essence. You are the culmination of aesthetic perfection.
Though ornaments decorate meaning, their rustic nature still burdens poetry. Refinement matters more than mere embellishment.
The crow may rest on a beautiful palace, but only the dove in the beloved’s arms enjoys true nectar and jewels—company matters, not location.
Women may enjoy mild wine or affection, but gambling and hunting are dangerous vices even for wise men.
Be Krishna, Shiva, or even the moon—but don’t become fuel for the fire of my wrath, which grows with ignorance and ruins wisdom.
Desire, with its irresistible charm, first enchants and then destroys like sweet-tasting poison—it captures and consumes.
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