Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Post-marital love
When wasting away from longing.
Sirumai Namakkozhiyach Chetchendraar UlliNarumalar Naanina Kan
While we endure the unbearable sorrow, your eyes weep for him who is gone afar, and shun (the sight of) fragrant flowers
Thine eyes grown dim are now ashamed the fragrant flow'rs to see, Thinking on him, who wand'ring far, leaves us in misery
G. U. Pope, 1886
Nayandhavar Nalkaamai Solluva PolumPasandhu Panivaarum Kan
The discoloured eyes that shed tears profusely seem to betray the unkindness of our beloved
The eye, with sorrow wan, all wet with dew of tears, As witness of the lover's lack of love appears
G. U. Pope, 1886
Thanandhamai Saala Arivippa PolumManandhanaal Veengiya Thol
The shoulders that swelled on the day of our union (now) seem to announce our separation clearly (to the public)
These withered arms, desertion's pangs abundantly display, That swelled with joy on that glad nuptial day
G. U. Pope, 1886
Panaineengip Paindhoti Sorum ThunaineengithTholkavin Vaatiya Thol
In the absence of your consort, your shoulders having lost their former beauty and fulness, your bracelets of pure gold have become loose
When lover went, then faded all their wonted charms, And armlets' golden round slips off from these poor wasted arms
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kotiyaar Kotumai Uraikkum ThotiyotuTholkavin Vaatiya Thol
The (loosened) bracelets, and the shoulders from which the old beauty has faded, relate the cruelty of the pitiless one
These wasted arms, the bracelet with their wonted beauty gone, The cruelty declare of that most cruel one
G. U. Pope, 1886
Thotiyotu Tholnekizha Noval AvaraikKotiyar Enakkooral Nondhu
I am greatly pained to hear you call him a cruel man, just because your shoulders are reduced and your bracelets loosened
I grieve, 'tis pain to me to hear him cruel chid, Because the armlet from my wasted arm has slid
G. U. Pope, 1886
Paatu Perudhiyo Nenje KotiyaarkkenVaatudhot Poosal Uraiththu
Can you O my soul! gain glory by relating to the (so-called) cruel one the clamour of my fading shoulders?
My heart! say ought of glory wilt thou gain, If to that cruel one thou of thy wasted arms complain
G. U. Pope, 1886
Muyangiya Kaikalai Ookkap PasandhadhuPaindhotip Pedhai Nudhal
When I once loosened the arms that were in embrace, the forehead of the gold-braceleted women turned sallow
One day the fervent pressure of embracing arms I checked, Grew wan the forehead of the maid with golden armlet decked
G. U. Pope, 1886
Muyakkitaith Thanvali Pozhap PasapputraPedhai Perumazhaik Kan
When but a breath of breeze penetrated our embrace, her large cool eyes became sallow
As we embraced a breath of wind found entrance there; The maid's large liquid eyes were dimmed with care
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kannin Pasappo Paruvaral EydhindreOnnudhal Seydhadhu Kantu
Was it at the sight of what the bright forehead had done that the sallowness of her eyes became sad?
The dimness of her eye felt sorrow now, Beholding what was done by that bright brow
G. U. Pope, 1886
