Soliloquy - The Post-marital love - LOVE - Tirukkural

1241
My heart, canst thou not thinking of some med'cine tell,
Not any one, to drive away this grief incurable?
O my soul, will you not think and tell me some medicine be it what it may, that can cure this incurable malady?

1242
Since he loves not, thy smart
Is folly, fare thee well my heart!
May you live, O my soul! While he is without love, for you to suffer is (simple) folly.

1243
What comes of sitting here in pining thought, O heart? He knows
No pitying thought, the cause of all these wasting woes.
O my soul! why remain (here) and suffer thinking (of him)? There are no lewd thoughts (of you) in him who has caused you this disease of sorrow.

1244
O rid me of these eyes, my heart; for they,
Longing to see him, wear my life away.
O my soul! take my eyes also with you, (if not), these would eat me up (in their desire) to see him.

1245
O heart, as a foe, can I abandon utterly
Him who, though I long for him, longs not for me?
O my soul! can he who loves not though he is beloved, be forsaken saying he hates me (now)?

1246
My heart, false is the fire that burns; thou canst not wrath maintain,
If thou thy love behold, embracing, soothing all thy pain.
O my soul! when you see the dear one who remove dislike by intercourse, you are displeased and continue to be so. Nay, your displeasure is (simply) false.

1247
Or bid thy love, or bid thy shame depart;
For me, I cannot bear them both, my worthy heart!
O my good soul, give up either lust or honour, as for me I can endure neither.

1248
Thou art befooled, my heart, thou followest him who flees from thee;
And still thou yearning criest: 'He will nor pity show nor love to me.'
You are a fool, O my soul! to go after my departed one, while you mourn that he is not kind enough to favour you.

1249
My heart! my lover lives within my mind;
Roaming, whom dost thou think to find?
O my soul! to whom would you repair, while the dear one is within yourself?

1250
If I should keep in mind the man who utterly renounces me,
My soul must suffer further loss of dignity.
If I retain in my heart him who has left me without befriending me, I shall lose even the (inward) beauty that remains.