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The stupid stays enclosed in the stupid ⋮ liquid like the deer in the moon. But when it enters something that is clever ⋮ not liquid, like the moon entering the sun, it soon comes out again.*

Not worrying about people’s censure, excited by the thrill of the touch of your hand, the wretched girl gets her bed ready for the next fever!

See: of the two, though they be born in the same family, the string and the bow, though part of the same weapon ⋮ born of the same lineage, one being important and the other insignificant, and empty, one is the string ⋮ secondary ⋮ what has quality and the other is what bears it ⋮ the master.*

Exhausted from the love-making that was new to her, the young girl began to drip with sweat, just as the bow of Kama, when it is bent to fix the string to it, drips cane juice.

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When the sexually independent, brave, inventive, passionate woman from next door, who comes from a good family, becomes attached to me, then I shall regard the bliss of brahman as straw.*

This body of yours, on which many tears have fallen, is white and filled with love, and offered to me, like ghee a hundred times purified, white and smooth, which when applied removes the torments of my fever caused by Cupid’s arrows.*