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உறுப்புநலன் அழிதல்
Kurals 1231–1240 of the Thirukkural, in the book of Love (இன்பத்துப்பால்).
சிறுமை நமக்கொழியச் சேட்சென்றார் உள்ளி
நறுமலர் நாணின கண்.
Thine eyes grown dim are now ashamed the fragrant flow'rs to see,
Thinking on him, who wand'ring far, leaves us in misery.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: As we bear this pain, your eyes cry for him far away and shun even fragrant flowers.
Open in the appநயந்தவர் நல்காமை சொல்லுவ போலும்
பசந்து பனிவாரும் கண்.
The eye, with sorrow wan, all wet with dew of tears,
As witness of the lover's lack of love appears.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: Eyes red from crying give away how unkind our love has been.
Open in the appதணந்தமை சால அறிவிப்ப போலும்
மணந்தநாள் வீங்கிய தோள்.
These withered arms, desertion's pangs abundantly display,
That swelled with joy on that glad nuptial day.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: The arms that filled out on the day we were together now tell everyone we're apart.
Open in the appபணைநீங்கிப் பைந்தொடி சோரும் துணைநீங்கித்
தொல்கவின் வாடிய தோள்.
When lover went, then faded all their wonted charms,
And armlets' golden round slips off from these poor wasted arms.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: With your love away, your arms have grown thin and your gold bangles slip loose.
Open in the appகொடியார் கொடுமை உரைக்கும் தொடியொடு
தொல்கவின் வாடிய தோள்.
These wasted arms, the bracelet with their wonted beauty gone,
The cruelty declare of that most cruel one.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: Loose bangles and thin arms tell the story of a heartless lover.
Open in the appதொடியொடு தோள்நெகிழ நோவல் அவரைக்
கொடியர் எனக்கூறல் நொந்து.
I grieve, 'tis pain to me to hear him cruel chid,
Because the armlet from my wasted arm has slid.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: It hurts me to hear you call him cruel just because my arms are thin and my bangles loose.
Open in the appபாடு பெறுதியோ நெஞ்சே கொடியார்க்கென்
வாடுதோட் பூசல் உரைத்து.
My heart! say ought of glory wilt thou gain,
If to that cruel one thou of thy wasted arms complain?
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: My heart, would it do you any good to tell that "cruel one" how my arms are wasting away?
Open in the appமுயங்கிய கைகளை ஊக்கப் பசந்தது
பைந்தொடிப் பேதை நுதல்.
One day the fervent pressure of embracing arms I checked,
Grew wan the forehead of the maid with golden armlet decked.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: The moment I loosened my embrace, her face turned pale.
Open in the appமுயக்கிடைத் தண்வளி போழப் பசப்புற்ற
பேதை பெருமழைக் கண்.
As we embraced a breath of wind found entrance there;
The maid's large liquid eyes were dimmed with care.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: When even a breath of wind came between us, her large, cool eyes turned pale.
Open in the appகண்ணின் பசப்போ பருவரல் எய்தின்றே
ஒண்ணுதல் செய்தது கண்டு.
The dimness of her eye felt sorrow now,
Beholding what was done by that bright brow.
G.U. Pope, 1886
In today's words: Was it seeing her pale forehead that made her eyes grow pale and sad too?
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