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Our salutations to the Pushpayudh, Lord Kamadeva (Lord of Lust), who has enslaved Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh to work in the house of Mriganayini (deer eyed) Kaminis (beautiful, passionate women), whose strange characters cannot be described by speech.
Faint smiles, shyness, fearfulness, turning away, squinting, sweet-talking, jealousy, discord and various gestures – all these are in women to entrap men in bondage. There is no doubt about it.
Cleverly furrowing eyebrows, sarcasm with half an eye, talking sweetly, smiling with shame, walking slowly playfully and then stopping. These expressions are the ornaments and weapons of women.
At lustful men, sometimes sarcastic with beautiful eyebrows, sometimes lowering her head in shame, sometimes fearful, sometimes indulging in playful luxury, with playful eyes like blue lotuses that enhance the beauty of the faces of newly wedded kaminis. With these, all the ten directions look complete.
Moon-like face, eyes such that even a lotus would be put to shame, bodily luster such as to fade away even the luster of gold, hair that conquers the brows, chest that insults the beauty of Gajraj's Gandasthali, huge buttocks, graceful Speech and tenderness - all these are the natural ornaments of women.
Which works of the deer-eyed beauties of rising youth are not mesmerizing? Their soft smile, natural fickle sarcasm, juicy talk with the words of new enjoyment and slow walk with tantrums - all these gestures quickly control the mind of the lustful.
What is worth watching for lustful men? The lovingly happy face of Mriganayani Kaminis. What is smellable? The breath air of her mouth. What is listenable? Her words. What is a delicious food? The juice of the buds of her lips. What is touchable? Her soft body. What is worth meditating on? Her youth and luxury. Her illusory presence is everywhere.
Whose mind is not compelled by sarcasm like frightened deer by the young beauties who put flamingos to shame with playful bracelets, loose sparkles and the sweet tinkling of curls of anklets?
Whose body is smeared with saffron; necklace is dangling on her beautiful breasts and anklet-like swan is singing sweet words at her lotus feet – whose mind on this earth, such a beauty does not control?
The intelligence of the best poets who call women "Abla" (weak) is definitely wrong. Well, how can she be “Abla”, who kills even the mighty Indra etc., gods with the fickle sarcasm of her eyes.
Kamadeva is certainly an obedient servant of women with beautiful brows, because he suppresses those on whom her sarcasm falls.
O Krishangi! Hey Nazni! Your hairs are neat and well groomed, your eyes are big and up to the ears, your face is clean by nature and beautiful with white teeth, pearl necklaces are swinging on your breast; But such a cool and peaceful body of yours also creates disorder in my mind, this is a matter of surprise!
O enchanted beauty! Where did you get such extraordinary skill in archery, that without releasing the arrow, you pierce the heart of a man by virtue alone?
Although the lamp, the fire, the stars, the sun and the moon are all luminous objects, I see the whole world as dark without a Mriganayani (a girl with eyes as beautiful as a deer's) beauty.
Hey Kamini! Your round raised heavy chest, playful eyes, playful shaggy brows and ruddy lips like tender new leaves - if they cause pain in the body of lustful, then can do it, but it is not understood that the good fortune written by Kamdeva's own hands like – Romavali (rectal hairline) – Why does it satisfy the mind even though it is just a mediator?
That woman is a Guru (Jupiter) by breasts; Radiant like Bhaskar (Sun) by face and slow movement of both feet's as Shanishwar (Saturn), she seems like planetary.
Oh mind! Why do you get disturbed by looking at the firm breasts, graceful thighs and beautiful face of that woman? If you want to enjoy the nature of her hard breasts, then do good, because desires don't get fulfilled without doing good deeds.
O men adept in considering the worthy and the unworthy! Leaving aside your partiality, considering your duties, thoughts and scriptures, say that, after taking birth in this world, a man should consume the buttocks of mountains or the buttocks of luxurious young women smiling softly with the enthusiasm of Kamadeva?
In this world, whose final stage is very fickle, only those intelligent people spend their time well. Also, those whose intellect has been purified by taking repeated dives in the nectar of philosophy. And their time is well spent who consume Kamadeva by touching the harsh and coarse legs and dense thighs of the young women.
She looks like a gem with a face like Chandarkant, hair like Mahaneel and both hands like Padmarag. (These three are different type of gems).
Clever Mriganayani (deer like eyes) women enter a man's heart once with kindness, fascinate, intoxicate, yearn, tease, threaten, delight and give pain with separation. There is Kama (sex), such a work, which these Mriganayanis do not do.
Resting again and again in the shade of the trees of the forest, the Virahnini (one separated from beloved or husband) woman, to protect her tender body, raised her aanchal (veil) in her hand, blocking the rays of the moon with it.
As long as we do not see the big-eyed Kamini, till then there is a desire to see her, on getting the darshan (vision), the longing to embrace her becomes stronger. Even when there is a hug, there is a desire that this kamini should not separate from our body – our two bodies should become one.
If a garland of half-opened Malati flowers is lying around the neck, sandalwood mixed with saffron is attached to the body and the beloved of the heart is clinging to the chest, then understand that you have got the rest of the happiness of heaven.
First of all, she says no. After this, she desires little by little. After this, she loosens the organs, then becomes impatient, gets drenched in the juice of love. Even after this, she longs for solitary play and showing various cleverness in enjoyment, without any doubt, gives extraordinary pleasure with manly kisses etc. All these weapons are found in fidgets only, so we should do Raman (the meeting of which brings joy) with these Kulkaminis only.
Satisfying the women with lazy eyes is a mutual combination of both men and women, which both men and women who engage in sex-play know.
The creator has done two things very inappropriate – 1) Sex disorder in men even when they are very old; 2) Staying alive and trying to make love even when women fall down (grows old).
The union of man and woman at the time of intercourse is the result of that work. If the mind of both is not united in the intercourse, then it is not intercourse; That is the gathering of the dead.
The words of Mriganayani Kaminis, full of sweet love juice, slow due to excessive sex, pleasant to listen to, often obscure and incomprehensible, simply beautiful, faithful and erotic words, if spoken freely in solitude, certainly they take away the mind of the listener.
Either one should remain on the banks of Ganga, or one should stay in the middle of the bunch of young women wearing beautiful necklaces.
The respect for their beloved remains in the hearts of Manini Kaminis only until the air of Malayachal full of the fragrance of sandalwood trees blows.
When the scented wind blows, new shoots emerge from the branches of the trees, the nightingale chirps sweetly, intoxicated or ecstatic, on the faces of the women, the light streams of sweat emanating from the toil of intercourse begin to delight. In that spring night, who does not suffer from lust?
Rituraj Basant (spring season) destroys the lives of separated men and women by the sweet words of the nightingale and the Malay wind. It is a matter of great sadness that even nectar turns into poison for the living beings in times of distress.
Relaxing in the company of one's beloved, listening to the sweet words of the nightingales, strolling under the cheerful bower, conversing with the beautiful poets and gazing out in the cool moonlight of the moon - With such material the strange nights of Chaitra month delight the eyes and hearts of any fortunate few.
In this spring, mango groves are blooming everywhere, which serve as sacrifices in the heart of women who are distraught with separation. The nightingale is looking at them with great longing or eagerness. The Malay wind is blowing, which steals the fragrance of the flowers of the new palash and removes the fatigue of the road.
Ten directions are being pervaded by the deep fragrance of mango, bees, saffron. Bees are going mad after drinking the sweet nectar – in such a season of Rituraj, in whose mind - lust does not arise?
Extremely white sandalwood in whose hands, such deer-eyed beauties, fountain houses, flowers, moonlight, calm air and clean roof of the palace - all these increases both intoxication and lust in the summer season.
Beautifully scented garlands, wind from a fan, moon rays, pollen of flowers, lake, sandalwood juice, fine wine, fine roof of a palace, fine clothes and a lotus-eyed beauty – all these best substances, rapidly disintegrated by the heat, no one but only a fortunate man can enjoy.
Clean palace, moon with rays, lotus face of beloved, pollen of sandalwood and lovely flower garland - all these things greatly disturb the mind of lustful men, but objects do not irritate the hearts of men who are away from lust.
In whose heart, rainy season does not create joy like a young woman, the one who gives rise to lust, the one who wears the jasmine's creeper, the one who wears the best fragrance?
The sky covered with clouds, the earth full of new sprouts, the air scented with new connessi and bur flowers and the delightful forest region with the melodious voice of a flock of peacocks - both happy and sad in the rain excite.
Heavy clouds are looming over the head, peacocks are dancing on the mountains on both sides; The ground under feet is turning green with new sprouts – how can a bereaved wanderer be satisfied at a time when aphrodisiacs (thing that stimulates sexual desire) are seen all around?
On the one hand, the glitter of lightning, on the other hand the lovely fragrance of Ketaki flowers; On one side the thunder of clouds and on the other side the noise of peacocks – where all these are gathered, how will beautiful eyed separated-distraught women spend their days of complete separation?
In the fierce dark night of Sawan (second month of rainy season), when hand to hand is not understood, thunderous thunder of clouds, rain of water with stones and lightning shining like gold – for the beautiful woman, on the way, there is a reason for both happiness and sorrow.
Beloved cannot come out of the house in a rainstorm. Due to the winter, loving women with huge eyes embrace them and the wind with particles of cool water erases the labor at the end of intercourse - in this way even the bad days of the year become happy for the fortunate ones.
At the stroke of midnight, when tired of copulating quickly and because of that, feeling unbearably thirsty, in a state of inebriation, a man sitting on the clean roof of a palace, if his lover with tired arms from coitus brings him the pure water of the Jhari in the autumn moonlight and he does not drink, then he is definitely unfortunate.
Those who eat milk, curd and ghee in winter; wears clothes dyed in the colour of Manjith; Thick paste of saffron is applied on the body; With easy distinction, they are happy by having many types of sex; He who embraces women with firm thighs and dense hard cots and sleeps happily in the inner room of the house chewing spiced betel leaf, they are certainly fortunate.
Kissing women's hairy hair, whining "si-si" with their mouths in the cold winter, thrilling open unheated cots, shaking pelvises and undressing athletic thighs, Winter flows behaving like men.
Scatters the hair, closes the eyes a little, flutters the sari, thrills the body, creates sensation in the body, hugs the trembling body, kisses the lips by making them whistle again and again, wind of winter, conducts like husbands.
“Worldly pleasures are a waste, a hindrance in abstinence and a mine of all faults” – even if people blaspheme them, yet their glory is immense and there is no doubt about their power, because this is revealed even in the hearts of philosophers engaged in Brahma thought.
You are the respected teacher of the Vedanta, and we are the servants of the best poetry writers; Even then we have to say that there is no virtue greater than charity and there is no object more beautiful than beautiful women with lotus like eyes.
What is the use of senseless nonsense? Only two things are worth consuming in this world – (1) inebriated playful woman and the youth of beauties distressed by breast weight or (2) Forest.
The preaching of the pandits on renunciation of women is just a statement. Who can give up the graceful thighs of Kamalanayani women with red gem-studded girdle?
The scholar who condemns the girls, he is certainly a false scholar. He has cheated himself earlier, now he cheats others, because the fruit of many types of penance is heaven and the fruit of heaven is Apsara Bhog.
There are many brave men on this earth who can break the head of an inebriated elephant, there can be many who can kill a fierce lion, but in front of the strong we stubbornly say that the men who can crush down Kamdev's (Lord of Lust) head will be rare.
A man can live in the path of righteousness, he can control the senses, he can bear the shame, he can rely on humility only till the time woman pulls the bow of brows to the ears and the eyes like arrows that frees patience, do not hit the heart.
Magnificence, scholarship, nobility and discretion - can remain in the heart of a man only until the fire of desire is ignited in the body.
There will be a rare person among scientists, humble and enlightened, who is eligible for salvation; Because here, the eyebrow-creeper-like key of the lustful woman is opening the lock of hell for them.
One eyed, lame, crop-eared and bob-tailed dog whose body is having many wounds, pus and dirt fall from them, there is no place for foul smell, thousands of insects are lying in the wounds, who is distraught with hunger and whose neck has pot. Out of lust, he runs after the bitch. Kamadeva (Lord of Lust) is very cruel, who kills even the dead.
The fools who have left their homes, with the desire of heaven, leaving the women, who is indeed the giver of all wealth, and which is like currency of Kamadev, should not be considered as disinterested. Kamdev has given them many harsh punishments. Because of this, some roam around naked, some roam around with their heads shaved, some have kept five hairs, some have kept coiffed, and some go around begging with a stick in their hand.
Vishvamitra, Parashara, Marichi and Shringi Prabhriti, great learned sages, who lived on air, water and leaves, were fascinated by the lotus face of a woman; Then, how can a person who eats and drinks food, ghee, milk, curd Prabhrti different types of dishes, keep his senses under control? If he could control his senses, then even the Vindhyachal mountain could float in the sea.
If there were no young women in this world, with eyes like the full moon, with eyes like lotus, wearing a belt hanging from the waist, with the waist bent from the weight of breast, then the man of pure intellect, in the service of the king, would have gone impatient while having several troubles?
If Kamastrarupa Kaminis were not in this world, then who would have left Siddha – Mahatma's caves, Mahadev's vehicle – Nandishwar, the place of the Himalayas and the rocks sanctified by the Ganges water and bowed his head after people, would he have soiled his honour by saluting them?
O world! If you did not have women with drunken eyes, then it would not have been difficult to go to your next (salvation).
Hey King! No one could cross this ocean of thirst. What will be the benefit of accumulating more money when the very sweet youth is gone? Why don't we go home soon, because, lest this should happen, old age dissolves and spoils the appearance of our dear ones with eyes like a developed water lily and a lotus.
The house of affection, the seed of the origin of attachment, the cloud group to cover the moon of knowledge, the main friend of Kamadeva, the one who reveals various faults and the youth which burns his family, for the various types of sorrows of hell, in this world there is no other disaster.
Hey! What a strange glory of infatuation that even great learned scholars are fascinated by seeing the effigy of impurity – woman, they praise her, rejoice and become elated O Kamalanayani! O one with huge buttocks! Hey Vishalakshi! Hey Kalyani! Hey Shubhe! Hey Pushtapayodharwali! O beautiful browed Prabhriti, addresses her with various addresses.
The woman who makes you regret just by remembering her, increases frenzy at the sight of you and creates fascination by touching her, why is she called soul-beloved?
As long as a woman is in front of the eyes, she seems like nectar, but as soon as the eyes are covered, she becomes more painful than poison.
There is neither nectar nor poison except the beautiful Nitambini (A woman with large and handsome posteriors). If a woman wants her beloved, then nectar creeps and when he does not want her, she is definitely poison.
The vortex of doubts, the home of the unruly, the city of courage, the treasure of sins and faults, the field of a hundred kinds of hypocrisy and disbelief, the obstruction of the heaven-gate, the gate of the city of hell, the box of all illusions, the poison in the form of nectar and the feminine device that lures men into the trap of seduction, don't know who made these.
If we are asked the truth without bias, then we have to say that the moon is not the face of a woman, the lotus is not her eyes; Her body is also of bone and flesh like all living beings. Even knowing this, being deluded by the false sayings of the poets, we remain attached to women and consume them.
Just as the foolish bee, seeing the natural redness of flower, becomes infatuated with it and wanders around it; In the same way, foolish men get infatuated with playful women by seeing their natural expressions and prideful tantrums.
The lotus face that destroys the image of the full moon of a woman, in which sauce resides, like the fruit of Mandar, is known to be unknown or good only till puberty; With the passage of time, that is, when old age comes, the same lotus face becomes poisonous like the ripe and rotten fruit of pomegranate.
The form is water, the playful eyes are fishes, the navel is a whirlpool and the hair on the head is a snake – this is the river in the form of a young woman, the insurmountable river. Gentlemen proficient in makeup, take bath in this river.
Women talk to someone, see someone else, love someone else in their heart. Who is the beloved of luxurious women?
There is nectar in the words of women and halaahal poison in the heart; That's why men drink their Adhramrit (nectar of the lips) and rub their breasts.
Hey friend! Simply run away from the snake in the form of a woman who is cruel, has hoods in the form of luxury and wears poison in the form of sarcasm. Because the bite of other snakes can be better than mantras and medicines. But even the exorcists Garudi run away leaving the person bitten by the snake in the form of a clever woman.
In this ocean like world, Kamdev-like Dhimar (a class of fishermen) has spread the woman-like net. In this net, he quickly pulls the fishes in the form of greedy men and cooks them in the fire of affection.
O mind-like traveller! Do not go through the mountains in the form of Buttocks, in the forest in the form of the body of the inaccessible Kamini, because there lives a smuggler in the form of Kamadeva (lord of lust).
It is better to be bitten by a large, fast-moving, crooked, fierce-fanged black snake; But it is not good to be bitten by the eyes of a very huge, fickle, crooked, bright and blue lotus-like woman; Because charitable people who save the snake-bitten are found everywhere; But from beautiful eyes point of view, there is no medicine or doctor for the bitten.
What a sweet song it is, what a fine dance it is, how good the taste of this substance is, how lovely the fragrance is, what a pleasure it is to touch these breasts! O man! You get confused in these five subjects - The highest good has been cheated by the five senses of hell.
When kamadeva-like epileptic suddenly attacks due to delusion, then there is unbearable pain in the body, the body hurts, the mind wanders, and the eyes get dizzy. This disease cannot be destroyed by mantras, medicines, different types of peace rituals and worship lessons.
What scholar would like to have fun with a courtesan who gives up her beautiful body to an ugly, weak from old age, boorish, lowly and corrupt leprosy, in the hope of a little money and who is like a knife for the imagination of conscience?
This courtesan is a huge fire of lust burning with the fuel of beauty. Lustful men sacrifice their youth and wealth in this fire.
Although the lips of the courtesan are very attractive; But he is a spy, a soldier, a thief, a nut, a slave, a wretch. So which noble man would want to kiss her?
Blessed are those men whose mind does not get disturbed by seeing the faces of young women with playful and big eyes, full of the pride of youth, with firm and strong breasts, and on emaciated abdomen, adorned with Trivali (the three skinfolds about the navel).
O Girl! Why do you playfully throw beautiful sarcasm at us with eyes slightly open? Take a rest! Take a rest! This hard work of yours is in vain for us. Because we are no longer the same; Now our frivolity has gone, ignorance has gone away. We live in the forest and consider Jagajjal (earth) as a straw.
What is the meaning of this girl, who turns towards me the scornful eyes of the beauty? My ignorance has been destroyed and the fire generated by the arrows of Bhil in the form of Kamadeva has also calmed down, however this foolish girl does not take rest!
As long as the auspicious deeds of a man's previous birth remain in effect, bright buildings, beautiful women with gestures and wealth, all these come to be enjoyed in a stable sense; But as soon as the virtues of the previous birth are destroyed, all this happiness - like the pearls of a necklace broken in the discord of Kamadeva's play - soon disappear everywhere.
Those who like to control their mind and always keep their soul engaged in the practice of yoga. What do they have to do with the conversation of lovely women, Adharamrit (nectar of lips), with the fragrance of the breath, having intercourse by touching her to the heart?
Who is surrounded by stoic people, who is very fickle in concentration or samadhi of the mind, crooked like a snake and stupefied women behaves like a frown or sarcasm.
Blessed is the man who spends the night sleeping even for a moment lying in the middle of a woman's arms, exhausted by the labor of sex, with his chest on the breasts of a woman drenched in saffron and distributed like the potions of an intoxicated elephant.
Oh dear! This moon is nectar-like, therefore, even though it is a work-conscious one, for the peace of its tuberculosis, it is drinking your adhraamrit (nectar of lips), with the pearls hanging in the front part of your nose.
O men! Either you give grass named Kush with a stone-tipped root like a bamboo stick for the forest antelopes, or for the beautiful daughters-in-law, red like a parrot's cheekbones broken with red nails, a little yellow, give a paan.
As long as there was ignorance-darkness of sex in me, till then I used to see the whole world as feminine.
But now I have put Vivek Anjan in my eyes, that's why I have equanimity, I see Brahmamaya of Triloki.
Some like quietness, some are engrossed in policy and some are engrossed in adornment. On this surface, there is a difference of desires among human beings.
One who is not interested in something, however beautiful it may be, does not like it. Moon is beautiful, but Kamalini does not like him.
This is all Shringar Shatakam.
