Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Post-marital love
When longing for reunion.
Ullak Kaliththalum Kaana MakizhdhalumKallukkil Kaamaththir Kuntu
To please by thought and cheer by sight is peculiar, not to liquor but lust
Gladness at the thought, rejoicing at the sight, Not palm-tree wine, but love, yields such delight
G. U. Pope, 1886
Thinaiththunaiyum Ootaamai Ventum PanaithThunaiyum Kaamam Niraiya Varin
If women have a lust that exceeds even the measure of the palmyra fruit, they will not desire (to feign) dislike even as much as the millet
When as palmyra tall, fulness of perfect love we gain, Distrust can find no place small as the millet grain
G. U. Pope, 1886
Penaadhu Petpave Seyyinum KonkanaikKaanaa Thamaiyala Kan
Though my eyes disregard me and do what is pleasing to my husband, still will they not be satisfied unless they see him
Although his will his only law, he lightly value me, My heart knows no repose unless my lord I see
G. U. Pope, 1886
Ootarkan Sendrenman Thozhi AdhumarandhuKootarkan Sendradhu En Nenju
My heart, forgetting all, could not its love restrain
My friend, I went prepared to show a cool disdain; My heart, forgetting all, could not its love restrain
G. U. Pope, 1886
Ezhudhungaal Kolkaanaak Kannepol KonkanPazhikaanen Kanta Itaththu
Like the eyes which see not the pencil that paints it, I cannot see my husband's fault (just) when I meet him
The eye sees not the rod that paints it; nor can ISee any fault, when I behold my husband nigh
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kaanungaal Kaanen Thavaraaya KaanaakkaalKaanen Thavaral Lavai
When I see my husband, I do not see any faults; but when I do not see him, I do not see anything but faults
When him I see, to all his faults I 'm blind; But when I see him not, nothing but faults I find
G. U. Pope, 1886
Uyththal Arindhu Punalpaai PavarepolPoiththal Arindhen Pulandhu
Like those who leap into a stream which they know will carry them off, why should a wife feign dislike which she knows cannot hold out long?
As those of rescue sure, who plunge into the stream, So did I anger feign, though it must falsehood seem
G. U. Pope, 1886
Iliththakka Innaa Seyinum KaliththaarkkukKallatre Kalvanin Maarpu
O you rogue! your breast is to me what liquor is to those who rejoice in it, though it only gives them an unpleasant disgrace
Though shameful ill it works, dear is the palm-tree wineTo drunkards; traitor, so to me that breast of thine
G. U. Pope, 1886
Malarinum Mellidhu Kaamam SilaradhanSevvi Thalaippatu Vaar
Sexual delight is more delicate than a flower, and few are those who understand its real nature
Love is tender as an opening flower In season dueTo gain its perfect bliss is rapture known to few
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kannin Thuniththe Kalanginaal PulludhalEnninum Thaanvidhup Putru
She once feigned dislike in her eyes, but the warmth of her embrace exceeded my own
Her eye, as I drew nigh one day, with anger shone:By love o'erpowered, her tenderness surpassed my own
G. U. Pope, 1886
