Verse 44: 2756. Lakshmi his wife, like a beautiful young vanji creeper
stays near him.
Her walk is like a swan’s,
her eyes are innocent like a doe’s,
she is lovely as a peacock
and shines like lightning.
Her arms are like young bamboo,
her breasts are like two pots,
her mouth is red like a thondai fruit
and her eyes are like two kendai fish.
Divine, she stood near him
but I did not see her as she stood there.
She says,
“My heart and my mind grew weak,
the bracelets on my hands
and the golden mekalai on my waist grew loose.
The roaring of the ocean is muted only for me and increases the pain of my love. (46)
Verse 45: 2757. and the cool moon sheds its hot rays on me.
How is it their nature has changed?
The sweet breeze carrying the fragrance of the blossoms
on the southern king Pandiyan’s mountain Pothiyam,
mingled with the smell of sandal wood and the pollen of flowers
blows making all the people of the world happy.
But to me that fresh breeze is as if burning air were streaming on me.
As the andril bird in a nest made of screw pine flower on a palm tree
calls her beloved male bird with her small voice
it is like a sword splitting open my chest.
What can I do? “ (47)
Verse 46: 2758. She says,
“Kama has a sugarcane bow in his arms that are strong as stone.
He bends it, flexing his arms, and shoots flower arrows
at me with my chest as his target.
There is no one to protect me from him. ” (48)
Verse 47: 2759. "She says,
“I am innocent.
What is the use of my being a woman, my beauty and my breasts
if I cannot embrace the golden chest of the lord
who shines like a golden hill
and is the beloved of Lakshmi?"
"If my breasts do not embrace the lord of Thirukannapuram
my breasts and my beauty will become like a blooming creeper
that withers spreading its fragrance in vain
in a stony forest in a dry land"
"All these things are burden for me.
Is there anyone who knows a remedy to
stop this pain of love that keeps increasing?( 49, 50)"
"The sound of the bells tied on the necks of the cows
in the evening is sweet for most people, (51)
but to my ears it is as cruel as the sound of a killing spear.
Tell me how I can save myself from this pain, tell me. (52)
The cloud-colored lord
whose chest is adorned with a fragrant thulasi garland
gave me this love sickness. ” (53)"