Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Pre-marital love
When you fall in love at first sight.
Anangukol Aaimayil Kollo KananguzhaiMaadharkol Maalum En Nenju
Is this jewelled female a celestial, a choice peahen, or a human being ? My mind is perplexed
Goddess? or peafowl rare? She whose ears rich jewels wear, Is she a maid of human kind? All wildered is my mind
G. U. Pope, 1886
Nokkinaal Nokkedhir Nokkudhal ThaakkananguThaanaikkon Tanna Thutaiththu
This female beauty returning my looks is like a celestial maiden coming with an army to contend against me
She of the beaming eyes, To my rash look her glance replies, As if the matchless goddess' hand Led forth an armed band
G. U. Pope, 1886
Pantariyen Kootren Padhanai IniyarindhenPentakaiyaal Peramark Kattu
I never knew before what is called Yama; I see it now; it is the eyes that carry on a great fight with (the help of) female qualities
Death's form I formerly Knew not; but now 'tis plain to me; He comes in lovely maiden's guise, With soul-subduing eyes
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kantaar Uyirunnum Thotraththaal PentakaipPedhaikku Amarththana Kan
These eyes that seem to kill those who look at them are as it were in hostilities with this feminine simplicity
In sweet simplicity, A woman's gracious form hath she; But yet those eyes, that drink my life, Are with the form at strife
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kootramo Kanno Pinaiyo MatavaralNokkamim Moondrum Utaiththu
Is it Yama, (a pair of) eyes or a hind ?- Are not all these three in the looks of this maid ?
The light that on me gleams, Is it death's dart? or eye's bright beams?Or fawn's shy glance? All three appear In form of maiden here
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kotumpuruvam Kotaa Maraippin NatungagnarSeyyala Manival Kan
Her eyes will cause (me) no trembling sorrow, if they are properly hidden by her cruel arched eyebrows
If cruel eye-brow's bow, Unbent, would veil those glances now; The shafts that wound this trembling heart Her eyes no more would dart
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kataaak Kalitrinmer Katpataam MaadharPataaa Mulaimel Thukil
The cloth that covers the firm bosom of this maiden is (like) that which covers the eyes of a rutting elephant
As veil o'er angry eyes Of raging elephant that lies, The silken cincture's folds invest This maiden's panting breast
G. U. Pope, 1886
Onnudhar Koo Utaindhadhe GnaatpinulNannaarum Utkumen Peetu
On her bright brow alone is destroyed even that power of mine that used to terrify the most fearless
Ah woe is me my might, That awed my foemen in the fight, By lustre of that beaming brow Borne down, lies broken now
G. U. Pope, 1886
Pinaiyer Matanokkum Naanum UtaiyaatkuAniyevano Edhila Thandhu
Of what use are other jewels to her who is adorned with modesty, and the meek looks of a hind ?
Like tender fawn's her eye; Clothed on is she with modesty; What added beauty can be lent; By alien ornament
G. U. Pope, 1886
Untaarkan Alladhu Atunaraak KaamampolKantaar Makizhseydhal Indru
Unlike boiled honey which yields delight only when it is drunk, love gives pleasure even when looked at
The palm-tree's fragrant wine, To those who taste yields joys divine; But love hath rare felicity For those that only see
G. U. Pope, 1886
