737 pŏṉ pĕṟṟār ĕzhil vetap putalvaṉaiyum * tampiyaiyum pūvai polum *
miṉ paṟṟā nuṇmaruṅkul mĕlliyal ĕṉ * marukiyaiyum vaṉattil pokki **
niṉ paṟṟā niṉ makaṉ mel pazhi vil̤aittiṭṭu * ĕṉṉaiyum nīl̤ vāṉil pokka *
ĕṉ pĕṟṟāy? kaikeci * iru nilattil iṉitāka irukkiṉṟāye (8)
Simple Translation
737. Dasaratha says, “O Kaikeyi,
you have sent to the forest my divine son, as precious as gold,
his brother Lakshmana and my gentle-natured daughter-in-law
with a waist as thin as lightning
and words as sweet as a puvai bird’s.
People will blame your own son Bharatha
for what you have done
and you are going to make me go to heaven in the sky.
What are you going to get from all this?
O Kaikeyi, how could you live happily in this large world?”