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The thought of her making love to her own husband makes me flare up in jealous anger. But what cools me down is the intense bliss of imagining her clothes slipping off her thighs!*

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Bee! Why are you drawn in vain to this bud ⋮ girl, making the mistake of thinking that it ⋮ she is fit for you, since Shiva likes it ⋮ a great master has accepted her? It is but the bud of the thorn-apple ⋮ she is but a young cheat, without juice ⋮ love and has a golden nature merely by name ⋮ her wealth is merely that she is called “golden.”*

With a little bit of coolness ⋮ innocence left in it ⋮ her, after the winter has all but passed away, the pond, like a girl of fresh youth, is frequented often and for a long time by limbs.*

Which great people, however firm they may be, have not been made to tremble, girl of radiant body, by your large eye that is flirtatious with its bow of the eyebrows! ⋮ Which mountains, however great, did king Prithu, who was displaying a bow curved like eyebrows, not cause to shake when he looked at the earth?

Let there be honor, my friend, to the buttock-like Mandara mountain, by placing around whose slopes the serpent, the gods obtained superior treasures.*

The moon is shining forth, with its mark clearly visible and showering light, just like the cart that came in touch with Krishna’s foot and therefore spilled the milk.*