Wasting Away - The Post-marital love - LOVE - Tirukkural

1231
Thine eyes grown dim are now ashamed the fragrant flow'rs to see,
Thinking on him, who wand'ring far, leaves us in misery.
While we endure the unbearable sorrow, your eyes weep for him who is gone afar, and shun (the
sight of) fragrant flowers.

1232
The eye, with sorrow wan, all wet with dew of tears,
As witness of the lover's lack of love appears.
The discoloured eyes that shed tears profusely seem to betray the unkindness of our beloved.

1233
These withered arms, desertion's pangs abundantly display,
That swelled with joy on that glad nuptial day.
The shoulders that swelled on the day of our union (now) seem to announce our separation clearly (to the public).

1234
When lover went, then faded all their wonted charms,
And armlets' golden round slips off from these poor wasted arms.
In the absence of your consort, your shoulders having lost their former beauty and fulness, your bracelets of pure gold have become loose.

1235
These wasted arms, the bracelet with their wonted beauty gone,
The cruelty declare of that most cruel one.
The (loosened) bracelets, and the shoulders from which the old beauty has faded, relate the cruelty of the pitiless one.

1236
I grieve, 'tis pain to me to hear him cruel chid,
Because the armlet from my wasted arm has slid.
I am greatly pained to hear you call him a cruel man, just because your shoulders are reduced and your bracelets loosened.

1237
My heart! say ought of glory wilt thou gain,
If to that cruel one thou of thy wasted arms complain?
Can you O my soul! gain glory by relating to the (so-called) cruel one the clamour of my fading shoulders?

1238
One day the fervent pressure of embracing arms I checked,
Grew wan the forehead of the maid with golden armlet decked.
When I once loosened the arms that were in embrace, the forehead of the gold-braceleted women turned sallow.

1239
As we embraced a breath of wind found entrance there;
The maid's large liquid eyes were dimmed with care.
When but a breath of breeze penetrated our embrace, her large cool eyes became sallow.

1240
The dimness of her eye felt sorrow now,
Beholding what was done by that bright brow.
Was it at the sight of what the bright forehead had done that the sallowness of her eyes became sad?