Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Post-marital love
When love-sickness shows.
Nayandhavarkku Nalkaamai Nerndhen PasandhavenPanpiyaarkku Uraikko Pira
I who (then) consented to the absence of my loving lord, to whom can I (now) relate the fact of my having turned sallow
I willed my lover absent should remain; Of pining's sickly hue to whom shall I complain
G. U. Pope, 1886
Avardhandhaar Ennum Thakaiyaal IvardhandhenMenimel Oorum Pasappu
Sallowness, as if proud of having been caused by him, would now ride on my person
'He gave': this sickly hue thus proudly speaks, Then climbs, and all my frame its chariot makes
G. U. Pope, 1886
Saayalum Naanum Avarkontaar KaimmaaraaNoyum Pasalaiyum Thandhu
He has taken (away) my beauty and modesty, and given me instead disease and sallowness
Of comeliness and shame he me bereft, While pain and sickly hue, in recompense, he left
G. U. Pope, 1886
Ulluvan Manyaan Uraippadhu AvardhiramaalKallam Piravo Pasappu
I think (of him); and what I speak about is but his excellence; still is there sallowness; and this is deceitful
I meditate his words, his worth is theme of all I say, This sickly hue is false that would my trust betray
G. U. Pope, 1886
Uvakkaanem Kaadhalar Selvaar IvakkaanenMeni Pasappoor Vadhu
Just as my lover departed then, did not sallowness spread here on my person ?
My lover there went forth to roam; This pallor of my frame usurps his place at home
G. U. Pope, 1886
Vilakkatram Paarkkum Irulepol KonkanMuyakkatram Paarkkum Pasappu
Just as darkness waits for the failing light; so does sallowness wait for the laxity of my husband's intercourse
As darkness waits till lamp expires, to fill the place, This pallor waits till I enjoy no more my lord's embrace
G. U. Pope, 1886
Pullik Kitandhen Putaipeyarndhen AvvalavilAllikkol Vatre Pasappu
I who was in close embrace just turned aside and the moment I did so, sallowness came on me like something to be seized on
I lay in his embrace, I turned unwittingly; Forthwith this hue, as you might grasp it, came on me
G. U. Pope, 1886
Pasandhaal Ivalenpadhu Allaal IvalaithThurandhaar Avarenpaar Il
Besides those who say "she has turned sallow" there are none who say "he has forsaken her"
On me, because I pine, they cast a slur; But no one says, 'He first deserted her.'
G. U. Pope, 1886
Pasakkaman Pattaangen Meni NayappiththaarNannilaiyar Aavar Enin
If he is clear of guilt who has conciliated me (to his departure) let my body suffer its due and turn sallow
Well let my frame, as now, be sicklied o'er with pain, If he who won my heart's consent, in good estate remain
G. U. Pope, 1886
Pasappenap Perperudhal Nandre NayappiththaarNalkaamai Thootraar Enin
It would be good to be said of me that I have turned sallow, if friends do not reproach with unkindness him who pleased me (then)
'Tis well, though men deride me for my sickly hue of pain; If they from calling him unkind, who won my love, refrain
G. U. Pope, 1886
