येषां न विद्या, न तपो, न दानं,

ज्ञानं न शीलं, न गुणो, न धर्मः।

ते मृत्युलोके भुवि भारभूताः,

मनुष्यरूपेण मृगाश्चरन्ति। (नीतिशतकम्)

English Translation – Those in whom there is no learning, penance, charity, knowledge, character, any virtue or a sense of duty are a burden for the earth in this mortal world and wander here apparently men but in reality they are beasts.

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नारी स्तनभर नाभीदेशं

दृष्ट्वा मा गा मोहावेशम् |

एतन्मांस वसादि विकारं

मनसि विचिन्तया वारं वारम् ‖ 3 ‖ (भज गोविन्दं)

भज गोविन्दं भज गोविन्दं, गोविन्दं भज मूढ़मते।

संप्राप्ते सन्निहिते काले, न हि न हि रक्षति डुकृञ् करणे

(Romanized)

nārī stanabhara nābhīdeśaṃ

dṛṣṭvā mā gā mohāveśam |

etanmāṃsa vasādi vikāraṃ

manasi vicintayā vāraṃ vāram ‖ 3 ‖ (Bhaj Govindam)

(Meaning)

Do not get drowned in delusion, infatuated with passion and lusty desires, by seeing a woman’s raised breasts and navel. These are nothing but a modification of flesh and fat, and the like. Do not fail to remember this again and again in your mind.

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About me:

(Introduction 1)

Who’s a friend, and who’s my foe?

This simple math, I’ll never know.

Not a soul I chanced to meet

That didn't bring me some deceit.

I poured out scent for all to own,

Yet kept no fragrance for my own.

No season passed without its flame,

Each left me scorched, yet I remained.

I faced the storm without retreat,

Refused to bow, refused defeat.

The trials came , I met them square,

And never turned to flee or swear.

I swallowed sorrow, dry and deep,

Never once did I weep.

Even when joy knocked at my gate,

I stayed untouched, serene, sedate.

Never left the path of truth,

Never wore the mask of spoof.

And in the end, no one could see

No one ever understood me.

No one ever understood me.

( poem:2 )

The moon spills silver light upon the river,

In this dark night, I feel your presence nearer.

We have shared countless nights beneath its glow,

Chasing the dreams twilight refused to bestow.

Each twilight hour, we would softly meet,

Beneath Parijat’s bloom, white and sweet.

Such tender innocence, never deceit,

Our eyes spoke sentences, silent, complete.

Parijat trembled at your gentle tone,

Mistaking it for the nightingale’s own.

Juhis blushed hearing your whispered notes,

While love set sail in twilight boats.

Like black roses swaying with the breeze,

The wild wind toyed with your hair with ease.

Gulmohar burned deeper red in the spell you spread,

I smiled, as if love’s own strings pulled me instead.

But every spring must come to an end,

Second by second, the moments bend.

Like twilight rushing to welcome night,

As dark skies swallow the fading light.

Now in twilight, I’m alone with fear,

Our memories melting into a tear.

I hum your twilight song like a curse,

And in its silence, I wrote this verse.

Parijat – Night-flowering Jasmine (or Coral Jasmine)

Gulmohar – Flame of the Forest (or Royal Poinciana)

Juhi – Jasmine (Indian Jasmine)

MrHAShenwai