The Kural
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தகை அணங்குறுத்தல்
Kurals 1081–1090 of the Thirukkural, in the book of Love (இன்பத்துப்பால்).
அணங்குகொல் ஆய்மயில் கொல்லோ கனங்குழை
மாதர்கொல் மாலும் என் நெஞ்சு.
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
In today's words: Is she an angel, a peacock or a woman? My heart can't tell.
Open in the appநோக்கினாள் நோக்கெதிர் நோக்குதல் தாக்கணங்கு
தானைக்கொண் டன்ன துடைத்து.
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
In today's words: When she looks back at me, it's like a goddess bringing an army to fight me.
Open in the appபண்டறியேன் கூற்றென் பதனை இனியறிந்தேன்
பெண்டகையால் பேரமர்க் கட்டு.
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
In today's words: I never knew what death looked like; now I do: it's her eyes.
Open in the appகண்டார் உயிருண்ணும் தோற்றத்தால் பெண்டகைப்
பேதைக்கு அமர்த்தன கண்.
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
In today's words: Her eyes seem to slay whoever looks at them, so unlike her innocent nature.
Open in the appகூற்றமோ கண்ணோ பிணையோ மடவரல்
நோக்கமிம் மூன்றும் உடைத்து.
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
In today's words: Death, eyes or a deer? Her glance has all three in it.
Open in the appகொடும்புருவம் கோடா மறைப்பின் நடுங்கஞர்
செய்யல மன்இவள் கண்.
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
In today's words: If only her arched brows would hide her eyes, they wouldn't leave me trembling.
Open in the appகடாஅக் களிற்றின்மேற் கட்படாம் மாதர்
படாஅ முலைமேல் துகில்.
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
In today's words: The cloth over her heart is like the cloth over a wild elephant's eyes.
Open in the appஒண்ணுதற் கோஒ உடைந்ததே ஞாட்பினுள்
நண்ணாரும் உட்குமென் பீடு.
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
In today's words: The strength that once terrified my fiercest rivals melts before her bright forehead.
Open in the appபிணையேர் மடநோக்கும் நாணும் உடையாட்கு
அணியெவனோ ஏதில தந்து.
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
In today's words: What jewels does she need? Her modesty and gentle doe-like look are enough.
Open in the appஉண்டார்கண் அல்லது அடுநறாக் காமம்போல்
கண்டார் மகிழ்செய்தல் இன்று.
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
In today's words: Honey pleases only when tasted; love delights even just by looking.
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