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O you innocent girl! The exchange of fine fragrance ⋮ young love by a pine tree and the surface of the temple of an elephant overcome by rut makes their “rubbing” public knowledge.*

Her gaze, revealing itself by coming through the screen in which she had torn a hole with her fingers, tasted sweet as a stream of nectar purified through a sieve.*

When she was leaving for her husband’s home, her mother made the path muddy with her tears; but she was so confident of her excellence that her weeping expression, unable to produce tears, finally broke into a smile.

When will it be that I can put her on my lap and with nails moistened by her fragrant hair oil loosen her tiedup braid, while she, her eyes contracting, stutters: “How could you have been so cruel”?*

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You are more than desirable even without ornaments! You have no need for the jewelry of other women, which you turn into an object of ridicule, just as the vanas·pati creeper does the flowers of other, barren climbing plants.*

Even senseless and immobile objects have reached the highest heavens by some mysterious route—people call them “ministers”—like the pill of wisdom and power to act.*