Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Post-marital love
When dreaming of the beloved.
Kaadhalar Thoodhotu Vandha KanavinukkuYaadhusey Venkol Virundhu
Where with shall I feast the dream which has brought me my dear one's messenger ?
It came and brought to me, that nightly vision rare, A message from my love,- what feast shall I prepare
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kayalunkan Yaanirappath Thunjir KalandhaarkkuUyalunmai Saatruven Man
If my fish-like painted eyes should, at my begging, close in sleep, I could fully relate my sufferings to my lord
If my dark, carp-like eye will close in sleep, as I implore, The tale of my long-suffering life I'll tell my loved one o'er
G. U. Pope, 1886
Nanavinaal Nalkaa Thavaraik KanavinaalKaantalin Unten Uyir
My life lasts because in my dream I behold him who does not favour me in my waking hours
Him, who in waking hour no kindness shows, In dreams I see; and so my lifetime goes
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kanavinaan Untaakum Kaamam NanavinaanNalkaarai Naatith Thararku
There is pleasure in my dream, because in it I seek and obtain him who does not visit me in my wakefulness
Some pleasure I enjoy when him who loves not meIn waking hours, the vision searches out and makes me see
G. U. Pope, 1886
Nanavinaal Kantadhooum Aange KanavundhaanKanta Pozhudhe Inidhu
I saw him in my waking hours, and then it was pleasant; I see him just now in my dream, and it is (equally) pleasant
As what I then beheld in waking hour was sweet, So pleasant dreams in hour of sleep my spirit greet
G. U. Pope, 1886
Nanavena Ondrillai Aayin KanavinaalKaadhalar Neengalar Man
Were there no such thing as wakefulness, my beloved (who visited me) in my dream would not depart from me
And if there were no waking hour, my loveIn dreams would never from my side remove
G. U. Pope, 1886
Nanavinaal Nalkaak Kotiyaar KanavanaalEnemmaip Peezhip Padhu
The cruel one who would not favour me in my wakefulness, what right has he to torture me in my dreams?
The cruel one, in waking hour, who all ungracious seems, Why should he thus torment my soul in nightly dreams
G. U. Pope, 1886
Thunjungaal Tholmelar Aaki VizhikkungaalNenjaththar Aavar Viraindhu
When I am asleep he rests on my shoulders, (but) when I awake he hastens into my soul
And when I sleep he holds my form embraced; And when I wake to fill my heart makes haste
G. U. Pope, 1886
Nanavinaal Nalkaarai Novar KanavinaalKaadhalark Kaanaa Thavar
They who have no dear ones to behold in their dreams blame him who visits me not in my waking hours
In dreams who ne'er their lover's form perceive, For those in waking hours who show no love will grieve
G. U. Pope, 1886
Nanavinaal Namneeththaar Enpar KanavinaalKaanaarkol Ivvoo Ravar
The women of this place say he has forsaken me in my wakefulness I think they have not seen him visit me in my dreams
They say, that he in waking hours has left me lone; In dreams they surely see him not,- these people of the town;
G. U. Pope, 1886
