Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Post-marital love
When small quarrels make love sweeter.
Illai Thavaravarkku Aayinum OotudhalValladhu Avaralikku Maaru
Although my husband is free from defects, the way in which he embraces me is such as to make me feign dislike
Although there be no fault in him, the sweetness of his loveHath power in me a fretful jealousy to move
G. U. Pope, 1886
Ootalin Thondrum Sirudhuni NallaliVaatinum Paatu Perum
His love will increase though it may (at first seem to) fade through the short-lived distress caused by (my) dislike
My 'anger feigned' gives but a little pain; And when affection droops, it makes it bloom again
G. U. Pope, 1886
Pulaththalin Puththelnaatu Unto NilaththotuNeeriyain Thannaar Akaththu
Is there a celestial land that can please like the feigned dislike of those whose union resembles that of earth and water?
Is there a bliss in any world more utterly divine, Than 'coyness' gives, when hearts as earth and water join
G. U. Pope, 1886
Pulli Vitaaap Pulaviyul ThondrumenUllam Utaikkum Patai
In prolonged dislike after an embrace there is a weapon that can break my heart
'Within the anger feigned' that close love's tie doth bind, A weapon lurks, which quite breaks down my mind
G. U. Pope, 1886
Thavarilar Aayinum Thaamveezhvaar MendrolAkaralin Aangon Rutaiththu
Though free from defects, men feel pleased when they cannot embrace the delicate shoulders of those whom they love
Though free from fault, from loved one's tender armsTo be estranged a while hath its own special charms
G. U. Pope, 1886
Unalinum Untadhu Aralinidhu KaamamPunardhalin Ootal Inidhu
To digest what has been eaten is more delightful than to eat more; likewise love is more delightful in dislike than intercourse
'Tis sweeter to digest your food than 'tis to eat; In love, than union's self is anger feigned more sweet
G. U. Pope, 1886
Ootalil Thotravar Vendraar AdhumannumKootalir Kaanap Patum
Those are conquerors whose dislike has been defeated and that is proved by the love (which
In lovers' quarrels, 'tis the one that first gives way, That in re-union's joy is seen to win the day
G. U. Pope, 1886
Ootip Perukuvam Kollo NudhalveyarppakKootalil Thondriya Uppu
Will I enjoy once more through her dislike, the pleasure of that love that makes her forehead perspire?
And shall we ever more the sweetness know of that embraceWith dewy brow; to which 'feigned anger' lent its piquant grace
G. U. Pope, 1886
Ootuka Manno Oliyizhai YaamirappaNeetuka Manno Iraa
May the bright-jewelled one feign dislike, and may the night be prolonged for me to implore her!
Let her, whose jewels brightly shine, aversion feignThat I may still plead on, O night, prolong thy reign
G. U. Pope, 1886
Ootudhal Kaamaththirku Inpam AdharkinpamKooti Muyangap Perin
Dislike adds delight to love; and a hearty embrace (thereafter) will add delight to dislike
A 'feigned aversion' coy to pleasure gives a zest; The pleasure's crowned when breast is clasped to breast
G. U. Pope, 1886
