Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Post-marital love
When evening deepens loneliness.
Maalaiyo Allai Manandhaar UyirunnumVelainee Vaazhi Pozhudhu
Live, O you evening are you (the former) evening? No, you are the season that slays (married) women
Thou art not evening, but a spear that doth devourThe souls of brides; farewell, thou evening hour
G. U. Pope, 1886
Punkannai Vaazhi Marulmaalai EmkelpolVankanna Thonin Thunai
A long life to you, O dark evening! You are sightless Is your help-mate (also) as hard-hearted as mine
Thine eye is sad; Hail, doubtful hour of eventide!Of cruel eye, as is my spouse, is too thy bride
G. U. Pope, 1886
Paniarumpip Paidhalkol Maalai ThuniarumpithThunpam Valara Varum
The evening that (once) came in with trembling and dimness (now) brings me an aversion for life and increasing sorrow
With buds of chilly dew wan evening's shade enclose; My anguish buds space and all my sorrow grows
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kaadhalar Ilvazhi Maalai KolaikkalaththuEdhilar Pola Varum
In the absence of my lover, evening comes in like slayers on the field of slaughter
When absent is my love, the evening hour descends, As when an alien host to field of battle wends
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kaalaikkuch Cheydhanandru Enkol EvankolyaanMaalaikkuch Cheydha Pakai?
O eve, why art thou foe! thou dost renew my grief
O morn, how have I won thy grace? thou bring'st reliefO eve, why art thou foe! thou dost renew my grief
G. U. Pope, 1886
Maalainoi Seydhal Manandhaar AkalaadhaKaalai Arindha Thilen
Previous to my husband's departure, I know not the painful nature of evening
The pangs that evening brings I never knew, Till he, my wedded spouse, from me withdrew
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kaalai Arumpip Pakalellaam PodhaakiMaalai Malarumin Noi
This malady buds forth in the morning, expands all day long and blossoms in the evening
My grief at morn a bud, all day an opening flower, Full-blown expands in evening hour
G. U. Pope, 1886
Azhalpolum Maalaikkuth Thoodhaaki AayanKuzhalpolum Kollum Patai
The shepherd's flute now sounds as a fiery forerunner of night, and is become a weapon that slays (me)
The shepherd's pipe is like a murderous weapon, to my ear, For it proclaims the hour of ev'ning's fiery anguish near
G. U. Pope, 1886
Padhimaruntu Paidhal Uzhakkum MadhimaruntuMaalai Patardharum Pozhdhu
When night comes on confusing (everyone's) mind, the (whole) town will lose its sense and be plunged in sorrow
If evening's shades, that darken all my soul, extend; From this afflicted town will would of grief ascend
G. U. Pope, 1886
Porulmaalai Yaalarai Ulli MarulmaalaiMaayumen Maayaa Uyir
My (hitherto) unextinguished life is now lost in this bewildering night at the thought of him who has the nature of wealth
This darkening eve, my darkling soul must perish utterly; Remembering him who seeks for wealth, but seeks not me
G. U. Pope, 1886
