Kural 1231Chapter 124: Wasting Away

Thirukkural 1231 in English

Tamil original, transliteration, English translation, meaning, commentary, pronunciation, and chapter context.

Tamil original

சிறுமை நமக்கொழியச் சேட்சென்றார் உள்ளி
நறுமலர் நாணின கண்.

Transliteration

Sirumai Namakkozhiyach Chetchendraar Ulli
Narumalar Naanina Kan

Modern English

“Her eyes weep for the beloved who has gone far away, losing their brightness and turning away from beautiful flowers.”

Modern Interpretation

Her eyes weep for the beloved who has gone far away, losing their brightness and turning away from beautiful flowers. Deep sorrow can make even ordinary pleasures feel impossible to notice.

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Modern Plain English

Her eyes weep for the beloved who has gone far away, losing their brightness and turning away from beautiful flowers.

Poetic Couplet (Bharati)

To lift from want he left me afar His thought makes my eyes blush the flower

G.U. Pope Translation

Thine eyes grown dim are now ashamed the fragrant flow'rs to see,Thinking on him, who wand'ring far, leaves us in misery

Classical Meaning (Drew & Lazarus)

While we endure the unbearable sorrow, your eyes weep for him who is gone afar, and shun (the sight of) fragrant flowers

Tamil commentary

பிரிவைப் பொறுக்காத சிறுமை என்னோடு இருக்கப் பிரிவைப் பொறுத்துக் கொண்டு தொலைவில் சென்று அவரை எண்ணி அழுவதால், கண்கள் ஒளி இழந்துவிட்டன. முன்பு கண்களைக் கண்டு வெட்கப்பட்ட மண மலர்களுக்கு இப்போது கண்கள் வெட்கப்பட்டுவிட்டன.

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