Tkl 3 2 09

Created by Jijith Nadumuri at 11 Oct 2011 11:17 and updated at 11 Oct 2011 11:17

TIRUKKURAL of Tiruvalluvar, the Tamil poet




3.2 The Post marital Love


3.2.9. Wasting Away

Thine Eyes grown dim are now ashamed the fragrant flow rs to see,
Thinking on him, who wand ring far, leaves us in misery.
While we endure the unbearable Sorrow, your Eyes weep for him who is gone afar, and shun (the
sight of) fragrant Flowers.

The eye, with Sorrow wan, all wet with dew of Tears,
As witness of the Lover s lack of Love appears.
The discoloured Eyes that shed Tears profusely seem to betray the Unkindness of our beloved.

These withered arms, desertion s pangs abundantly display,
That swelled with joy on that glad nuptial day.
The shoulders that swelled on the day of our union (now) seem to announce our separation clearly (to the public).

When Lover went, then faded all their wonted charms,
And Armlets Golden round slips off from these poor wasted arms.
In the absence of your consort, your shoulders having lost their former Beauty and fulness, your Bracelets of pure Gold have become loose.

These wasted arms, the Bracelet with their wonted Beauty gone,
The cruelty declare of that most cruel one.
The (loosened) Bracelets, and the shoulders from which the old Beauty has faded, relate the cruelty of the pitiless one.

I grieve, tis pain to me to hear him cruel chid,
Because the Armlet from my wasted arm has slid.
I am greatly pained to hear you call him a cruel man, just because your shoulders are reduced and your Bracelets loosened.

My Heart! say ought of glory wilt thou gain,
If to that cruel one thou of thy wasted arms complain?
Can you O my soul! gain glory by relating to the (so called) cruel one the clamour of my fading shoulders?

One day the fervent pressure of embracing arms I checked,
Grew wan the forehead of the maid with Golden Armlet decked.
When I once loosened the arms that were in embrace, the forehead of the Gold Braceleted Women turned sallow.

As we embraced a breath of wind found entrance there;
The maid s large liquid Eyes were dimmed with care.
When but a breath of breeze penetrated our embrace, her large cool Eyes became sallow.

The dimness of her eye felt Sorrow now,
Beholding what was done by that bright brow.
Was it at the sight of what the bright forehead had done that the sallowness of her Eyes became sad?

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