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Created by Jijith Nadumuri at 11 Oct 2011 11:13 and updated at 11 Oct 2011 11:13

TIRUKKURAL of Tiruvalluvar, the Tamil poet

BOOK 3

LOVE

DIVISION 1

3.1 The Pre marital Love

ADHIKARAM 4

3.1.4. The Praise of her Beauty

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O Flower of the sensitive plant! than thee
More tender s the Maiden beloved by me.
May you flourish, O Anicham! you have a delicate nature. But my beloved is more delicate than you.

1112
You deemed, as you saw the Flowers, her Eyes were as Flowers, my soul,
That many may see; it was surely some folly that over you stole!
O my soul, fancying that Flowers which are seen by many can resemble her Eyes, you become confused at the sight of them.

1113
As tender shoot her frame; teeth, pearls; around her odours blend;
Darts are the Eyes of her whose shoulders like the bambu bend.
The complexion of this Bamboo shouldered one is that of a shoot; her teeth, are pearls; her breath, fragrance; and her dyed Eyes, Lances.

1114
The Lotus, seeing her, with head demiss, the ground would eye,
And say, With Eyes of her, rich gems who wears, we cannot vie.
If the Blue Lotus could see, it would stoop and look at the ground saying, "I can never resemble the Eyes of this excellent Jewelled one."

1115
The Flowers of the sensitive plant as a girdle around her she placed;
The stems she forgot to nip off; they ll weigh down the delicate waist.
No merry drums will be beaten for the (tender) waist of her who has adorned herself with the anicham without having removed its stem.

1116
The Stars perplexed are rushing wildly from their spheres;
For like another Moon this Maiden s face appears.
The Stars have become confused in their places not being able to distinguish between the Moon and the maid s countenance.

1117
In Moon, that waxing waning shines, as sports appear,
Are any spots discerned in face of Maiden here?
Could there be spots in the face of this maid like those in the bright full Moon

1118
Farewell, O Moon! If that thine orb could shine
Bright as her face, thou shouldst be Love of mine.
If you can indeed shine like the face of Women, flourish, O Moon, for then would you be worth loving

1119
If as her face, whose Eyes are Flowers, thou wouldst have charms for me,
Shine for my Eyes alone, O Moon, shine not for all to see!
O Moon, if you wish to resemble the face of her whose Eyes are like (these) Flowers, do not appear so as to be seen by all.

1120
The Flower of the sensitive plant, and the down on the Swan s White Breast,
As the thorn are harsh, by the delicate feet of this Maiden pressed.
The Anicham and the Feathers of the Swan are to the feet of Females, like the Fruit of the (thorny) Nerunji.

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