Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Post-marital love
When remembering a loved one.
Ullinum Theeraap Perumakizh SeydhalaalKallinum Kaamam Inidhu
Sexuality is sweeter than liquor, because when remembered, it creates a most rapturous delight
From thought of her unfailing gladness springs, Sweeter than palm-rice wine the joy love brings
G. U. Pope, 1886
Enaiththonaru Inidhekaan Kaamamdhaam VeezhvaarNinaippa Varuvadhondru El
Even to think of one's beloved gives one no pain Sexuality, in any degree, is always delightful
How great is love! Behold its sweetness past belief!Think on the lover, and the spirit knows no grief
G. U. Pope, 1886
Ninaippavar Pondru Ninaiyaarkol ThummalSinaippadhu Pondru Ketum
I feel as if I am going to sneeze but do not, and (therefore) my beloved is about to think (of me) but does not
A fit of sneezing threatened, but it passed away; He seemed to think of me, but do his fancies stray
G. U. Pope, 1886
Yaamum Ulengol Avarnenjaththu EnnenjaththuOo Ulare Avar
He continues to abide in my soul, do I likewise abide in his ?
Have I a place within his heart!From mine, alas! he never doth depart
G. U. Pope, 1886
Thamnenjaththu Emmaik Katikontaar NaanaarkolEmnenjaththu Ovaa Varal
He who has imprisoned me in his soul, is he ashamed to enter incessantly into mine
Me from his heart he jealously excludes:Hath he no shame who ceaseless on my heart intrudes
G. U. Pope, 1886
Matriyaan Ennulen Manno AvarotiYaan Utranaal Ulla Ulen
I live by remembering my (former) intercourse with him; if it were not so, how could I live ?
How live I yet? I live to ponder o'erThe days of bliss with him that are no more
G. U. Pope, 1886
Marappin Evanaavan Markol MarappariyenUllinum Ullam Sutum
I have never forgotten (the pleasure); even to think of it burns my soul; could I live, if I should ever forget it ?
If I remembered not what were I then? And yet, The fiery smart of what my spirit knows not to forget
G. U. Pope, 1886
Enaiththu Ninaippinum Kaayaar AnaiththandroKaadhalar Seyyum Sirappu
He will not be angry however much I may think of him; is it not so much the delight my beloved
My frequent thought no wrath excites It is not so?This honour doth my love on me bestow
G. U. Pope, 1886
Viliyumen Innuyir Verallam EnpaarAliyinmai Aatra Ninaindhu
My precious life is wasting away by thinking too much on the cruelty of him who said we were not different
Dear life departs, when his ungracious deeds I ponder o'er, Who said erewhile, 'We're one for evermore'
G. U. Pope, 1886
Vitaaadhu Sendraaraik Kanninaal KaanapPataaadhi Vaazhi Madhi
May you live, O Moon! Do not set, that I mine see him who has departed without quitting my soul
Set not; so may'st thou prosper, moon! that eyes may seeMy love who went away, but ever bides with me
G. U. Pope, 1886
