Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Pre-marital love
When admiring a beloved's beauty.
Nanneerai Vaazhi Anichchame NinninumMenneeral Yaamveezh Paval
May you flourish, O Anicham! you have a delicate nature But my beloved is more delicate than you
O flower of the sensitive plant! than theeMore tender's the maiden beloved by me
G. U. Pope, 1886
Malarkaanin Maiyaaththi Nenje IvalkanPalarkaanum Poovokkum Endru
O my soul, fancying that flowers which are seen by many can resemble her eyes, you become confused at the sight of them
You deemed, as you saw the flowers, her eyes were as flowers, my soul, That many may see; it was surely some folly that over you stole
G. U. Pope, 1886
Murimeni Muththam Muruval VerinaatramVelunkan Veyththo Lavatku
The complexion of this bamboo-shouldered one is that of a shoot; her teeth, are pearls; her breath,
As tender shoot her frame; teeth, pearls; around her odours blend; Darts are the eyes of her whose shoulders like the bambu bend
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kaanin Kuvalai Kavizhndhu NilannokkumMaanizhai Kannovvem Endru
If the blue lotus could see, it would stoop and look at the ground saying, "I can never resemble the eyes of this excellent jewelled one."
The lotus, seeing her, with head demiss, the ground would eye, And say, 'With eyes of her, rich gems who wears, we cannot vie.'
G. U. Pope, 1886
Anichchappook Kaalkalaiyaal Peydhaal NukappirkuNalla Pataaa Parai
No merry drums will be beaten for the (tender) waist of her who has adorned herself with the anicham without having removed its stem
The flowers of the sensitive plant as a girdle around her she placed; The stems she forgot to nip off; they 'll weigh down the delicate waist
G. U. Pope, 1886
Madhiyum Matandhai Mukanum AriyaaPadhiyin Kalangiya Meen
The stars have become confused in their places not being able to distinguish between the moon and the maid's countenance
The stars perplexed are rushing wildly from their spheres; For like another moon this maiden's face appears
G. U. Pope, 1886
Aruvaai Niraindha Avirmadhikkup PolaMaruvunto Maadhar Mukaththu
Could there be spots in the face of this maid like those in the bright full moon ?
In moon, that waxing waning shines, as sports appear, Are any spots discerned in face of maiden here
G. U. Pope, 1886
Maadhar Mukampol Olivita VallaiyelKaadhalai Vaazhi Madhi
If you can indeed shine like the face of women, flourish, O moon, for then would you be worth loving ?
Farewell, O moon! If that thine orb could shineBright as her face, thou shouldst be love of mine
G. U. Pope, 1886
Malaranna Kannaal Mukamoththi YaayinPalarkaanath Thondral Madhi
O moon, if you wish to resemble the face of her whose eyes are like (these) flowers, do not appear so as to be seen by all
If as her face, whose eyes are flowers, thou wouldst have charms for me, Shine for my eyes alone, O moon, shine not for all to see
G. U. Pope, 1886
Anichchamum Annaththin Thooviyum MaadharAtikku Nerunjip Pazham
The anicham and the feathers of the swan are to the feet of females, like the fruit of the (thorny) Nerunji
The flower of the sensitive plant, and the down on the swan's white breast, As the thorn are harsh, by the delicate feet of this maiden pressed
G. U. Pope, 1886
