Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Post-marital love
When talking to your own heart.
Ninaiththondru Sollaayo Nenje EnaiththondrumEvvanoi Theerkkum Marundhu
O my soul, will you not think and tell me some medicine be it what it may, that can cure this incurable malady?
My heart, canst thou not thinking of some med'cine tell, Not any one, to drive away this grief incurable
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kaadhal Avarilar Aakanee NovadhuPedhaimai Vaazhiyen Nenju
Is folly, fare thee well my heart!
Since he loves not, thy smartIs folly, fare thee well my heart
G. U. Pope, 1886
Irundhulli Enparidhal Nenje ParindhullalPaidhalnoi Seydhaarkan Il
O my soul! why remain (here) and suffer thinking (of him)? There are no lewd thoughts (of you) in him who has caused you this disease of sorrow
What comes of sitting here in pining thought, O heart? He knowsNo pitying thought, the cause of all these wasting woes
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kannum Kolachcheri Nenje IvaiyennaithThinnum Avarkkaanal Utru
O my soul! take my eyes also with you, (if not), these would eat me up (in their desire) to see him
O rid me of these eyes, my heart; for they, Longing to see him, wear my life away
G. U. Pope, 1886
Setraar Enakkai Vitalunto NenjeyaamUtraal Uraaa Thavar
O my soul! can he who loves not though he is beloved, be forsaken saying he hates me (now)?
O heart, as a foe, can I abandon utterlyHim who, though I long for him, longs not for me
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kalandhunarththum Kaadhalark Kantaar PulandhunaraaiPoikkaaivu Kaaidhien Nenju
O my soul! when you see the dear one who remove dislike by intercourse, you are displeased and continue to be so Nay, your displeasure is (simply) false
My heart, false is the fire that burns; thou canst not wrath maintain, If thou thy love behold, embracing, soothing all thy pain
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kaamam Vituondro Naanvitu NannenjeYaano Poreniv Virantu
O my good soul, give up either lust or honour, as for me I can endure neither
Or bid thy love, or bid thy shame depart; For me, I cannot bear them both, my worthy heart
G. U. Pope, 1886
Parindhavar Nalkaarendru Engip PirindhavarPinselvaai Pedhaien Nenju
You are a fool, O my soul! to go after my departed one, while you mourn that he is not kind enough to favour you
Thou art befooled, my heart, thou followest him who flees from thee; And still thou yearning criest: 'He will nor pity show nor love to me.'
G. U. Pope, 1886
Ullaththaar Kaadha Lavaraal UllineeYaaruzhaich Cheriyen Nenju
O my soul! to whom would you repair, while the dear one is within yourself?
My heart! my lover lives within my mind; Roaming, whom dost thou think to find
G. U. Pope, 1886
Thunnaath Thurandhaarai Nenjaththu UtaiyemaaInnum Izhaththum Kavin
If I retain in my heart him who has left me without befriending me, I shall lose even the (inward) beauty that remains
If I should keep in mind the man who utterly renounces me, My soul must suffer further loss of dignity
G. U. Pope, 1886
