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கண் விதுப்பழிதல்
Kurals 1171–1180 of the Thirukkural, in the book of Love (இன்பத்துப்பால்).
கண்தாம் கலுழ்வ தெவன்கொலோ தண்டாநோய்
தாம்காட்ட யாம்கண் டது.
They showed me him, and then my endless pain
I saw: why then should weeping eyes complain?
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: My eyes showed him to me and caused this pain; why are they crying now?
Open in the appதெரிந்துணரா நோக்கிய உண்கண் பரிந்துணராப்
பைதல் உழப்பது எவன்?
How glancing eyes, that rash unweeting looked that day,
With sorrow measureless are wasting now away!
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: My eyes looked without thinking; why do they suffer now without seeing their own fault?
Open in the appகதுமெனத் தாநோக்கித் தாமே கலுழும்
இதுநகத் தக்க துடைத்து.
The eyes that threw such eager glances round erewhile
Are weeping now. Such folly surely claims a smile!
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: They looked at him so eagerly and now they cry; isn't that laughable?
Open in the appபெயலாற்றா நீருலந்த உண்கண் உயலாற்றா
உய்வில்நோய் என்கண் நிறுத்து.
Those eyes have wept till all the fount of tears is dry,
That brought upon me pain that knows no remedy.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: My eyes gave me this lasting ache, and now they've cried themselves dry.
Open in the appபடலாற்றா பைதல் உழக்கும் கடலாற்றாக்
காமநோய் செய்தஎன் கண்.
The eye that wrought me more than sea could hold of woes,
Is suffering pangs that banish all repose.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: My eyes gave me a longing bigger than the sea, and now they can't sleep.
Open in the appஓஒ இனிதே எமக்கிந்நோய் செய்தகண்
தாஅம் இதற்பட் டது.
Oho! how sweet a thing to see! the eye
That wrought this pain, in the same gulf doth lie.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: The eyes that gave me this pain are suffering too; I'm almost glad.
Open in the appஉழந்துழந் துள்நீர் அறுக விழைந்திழைந்து
வேண்டி அவர்க்கண்ட கண்.
Aching, aching, let those exhaust their stream,
That melting, melting, that day gazed on him.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: The eyes that melted and stared at him: let them suffer until their tears run dry.
Open in the appபேணாது பெட்டார் உளர்மன்னோ மற்றவர்க்
காணாது அமைவில கண்.
Who loved me once, unloving now doth here remain;
Not seeing him, my eye no rest can gain.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: He loved me with his words but not his heart, and still my eyes ache because they can't see him.
Open in the appவாராக்கால் துஞ்சா வரின்துஞ்சா ஆயிடை
ஆரஞர் உற்றன கண்.
When he comes not, all slumber flies; no sleep when he is there;
Thus every way my eyes have troubles hard to bear.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: When he's away they can't sleep; when he's here they can't sleep. My eyes suffer either way.
Open in the appமறைபெறல் ஊரார்க்கு அரிதன்றால் எம்போல்
அறைபறை கண்ணார் அகத்து.
It is not hard for all the town the knowledge to obtain,
When eyes, as mine, like beaten tambours, make the mystery plain.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: In this town it's easy to guess the secret of someone whose eyes beat like drums, like mine.
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