1111. Her mother says,
“My poor daughter says that one nazihai is longer than an eon.
She asks her friends,
‘When will this bright sun go to sleep?
Why does the ocean grieve?
Why doesn’t the glossy ibis bird sleep?
The breeze is more cruel than fire for me.
Both my breasts hurt.
You are my friends. Tell me what I can say. ’
What do you think of my daughter as precious as gold,
O father, lord of Thiruvidaventhai?”
Word by Word (WBW) meaning
(The words may be rearranged to facilitate poetry to prose conversion (Aṉvayam). Please read the meanings (in black) continiously to form the sentence and understand the simple meaning of those verse.)