Kural 1236Chapter 124: Wasting Away

Thirukkural 1236 in English

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

Tamil original

தொடியொடு தோள்நெகிழ நோவல் அவரைக்
கொடியர் எனக்கூறல் நொந்து.

Transliteration

Thotiyotu Tholnekizha Noval Avaraik
Kotiyar Enakkooral Nondhu

Modern English

“She is hurt when people call her beloved cruel because her shoulders have grown thin and her bracelets have loosened.”

Modern Interpretation

She is hurt when people call her beloved cruel because her shoulders have grown thin and her bracelets have loosened. Even while suffering, she still loves him and does not want others to condemn him.

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Modern Plain English

She is hurt when people call her beloved cruel because her shoulders have grown thin and her bracelets have loosened.

Poetic Couplet (Bharati)

Arms thin, armlets loose make you call My sire cruel; that pains my soul

G.U. Pope Translation

I grieve, 'tis pain to me to hear him cruel chid,Because the armlet from my wasted arm has slid

Classical Meaning (Drew & Lazarus)

I am greatly pained to hear you call him a cruel man, just because your shoulders are reduced and your bracelets loosened

Tamil commentary

வளையல்கள் கழன்று தோள்கள் மெலிய, அவரைக் கொடுமையானவர் என்று அவை நொந்து பேசுவதைக் கேட்டு நான் வருந்துகிறேன்.

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