Kural 1237Chapter 124: Wasting Away

Thirukkural 1237 in English

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

Tamil original

பாடு பெறுதியோ நெஞ்சே கொடியார்க்கென்
வாடுதோட் பூசல் உரைத்து.

Transliteration

Paatu Perudhiyo Nenje Kotiyaarkken
Vaatudhot Poosal Uraiththu

Modern English

“She asks her heart whether telling the absent beloved about her fading body would bring it any real honour or relief.”

Modern Interpretation

She asks her heart whether telling the absent beloved about her fading body would bring it any real honour or relief. Writing one more message to someone who is not listening may only expose the pain without changing the situation.

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Modern Plain English

She asks her heart whether telling the absent beloved about her fading body would bring it any real honour or relief.

Poetic Couplet (Bharati)

Go and tell the cruel, O mind Bruit ov'r my arms and glory find

G.U. Pope Translation

My heart! say ought of glory wilt thou gain,If to that cruel one thou of thy wasted arms complain

Classical Meaning (Drew & Lazarus)

Can you O my soul! gain glory by relating to the (so-called) cruel one the clamour of my fading shoulders?

Tamil commentary

நெஞ்சே! கொடுமையானவராகிய அவரிடம் சென்று என் மெலியும் தோள்களினால் ஏற்பட்டுள்ள வெற்றுரைகளைச் சொல்லி நீ பெருமை பெறுவாயோ?

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