Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Pre-marital love
When love makes you abandon reserve.
Kaamam Uzhandhu Varundhinaarkku EmamMatalalladhu Illai Vali
To those who after enjoyment of sexual pleasure suffer (for want of more), there is no help so efficient as the palmyra horse
To those who 've proved love's joy, and now afflicted mourn, Except the helpful 'horse of palm', no other strength remains
G. U. Pope, 1886
Nonaa Utampum Uyirum MatalerumNaaninai Neekki Niruththu
Having got rid of shame, the suffering body and soul save themselves on the palmyra horse
My body and my soul, that can no more endure, Will lay reserve aside, and mount the 'horse of palm'
G. U. Pope, 1886
Naanotu Nallaanmai Pantutaiyen IndrutaiyenKaamutraar Erum Matal
Modesty and manliness were once my own; now, my own is the palmyra horse that is ridden by the lustful
I once retained reserve and seemly manliness; To-day I nought possess but lovers' 'horse of palm'
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kaamak Katumpunal Uykkum NaanotuNallaanmai Ennum Punai
The raft of modesty and manliness, is, alas, carried-off by the strong current of lust
Love's rushing tide will sweep away the raftOf seemly manliness and shame combined
G. U. Pope, 1886
Thotalaik Kurundhoti Thandhaal MatalotuMaalai Uzhakkum Thuyar
She with the small garland-like bracelets has given me the palmyra horse and the sorrow that is endured at night
The maid that slender armlets wears, like flowers entwined, Has brought me 'horse of palm,' and pangs of eventide
G. U. Pope, 1886
Mataloordhal Yaamaththum Ulluven MandraPatalollaa Pedhaikken Kan
Mine eyes will not close in sleep on your mistress's account; even at midnight will I think of mounting the palmyra horse
Of climbing 'horse of palm' in midnight hour, I think; My eyes know no repose for that same simple maid
G. U. Pope, 1886
Katalanna Kaamam Uzhandhum MataleraapPennin Perundhakka Thil
There is nothing so noble as the womanly nature that would not ride the palmyra horse, though plunged a sea of lust
There's nought of greater worth than woman's long-enduring soul, Who, vexed by love like ocean waves, climbs not the 'horse of palm'
G. U. Pope, 1886
Niraiyariyar Manaliyar Ennaadhu KaamamMaraiyirandhu Mandru Patum
Even the Lust (of women) transgresses its secrecy and appears in public, forgetting that they are too chaste and liberal (to be overcome by it)
In virtue hard to move, yet very tender, too, are we; Love deems not so, would rend the veil, and court publicity
G. U. Pope, 1886
Arikilaar Ellaarum Endreen KaamamMarukin Marukum Maruntu
And thus, in public ways, perturbed will rove
'There's no one knows my heart,' so says my love, And thus, in public ways, perturbed will rove
G. U. Pope, 1886
Yaamkannin Kaana Nakupa ArivillaarYaampatta Thaampataa Aaru
Even strangers laugh (at us) so as to be seen by us, for they have not suffered
Before my eyes the foolish make a mock of me, Because they ne'er endured the pangs I now must drie
G. U. Pope, 1886
