Desire for Reunion - The Post-marital love - LOVE - Tirukkural

1281
Gladness at the thought, rejoicing at the sight,
Not palm-tree wine, but love, yields such delight.
To please by thought and cheer by sight is peculiar, not to liquor but lust.

1282
When as palmyra tall, fulness of perfect love we gain,
Distrust can find no place small as the millet grain.
If women have a lust that exceeds even the measure of the palmyra fruit, they will not desire (to feign) dislike even as much as the millet.

1283
Although his will his only law, he lightly value me,
My heart knows no repose unless my lord I see.
Though my eyes disregard me and do what is pleasing to my husband, still will they not be satisfied unless they see him.

1284
My friend, I went prepared to show a cool disdain;
My heart, forgetting all, could not its love restrain.
O my friend! I was prepared to feign displeasure but my mind forgetting it was ready to embrace him.

1285
The eye sees not the rod that paints it; nor can I
See any fault, when I behold my husband nigh.
Like the eyes which see not the pencil that paints it, I cannot see my husband's fault (just) when I meet him.

1286
When him I see, to all his faults I 'm blind;
But when I see him not, nothing but faults I find.
When I see my husband, I do not see any faults; but when I do not see him, I do not see anything but faults.

1287
As those of rescue sure, who plunge into the stream,
So did I anger feign, though it must falsehood seem?
Like those who leap into a stream which they know will carry them off, why should a wife feign dislike which she knows cannot hold out long?

1288
Though shameful ill it works, dear is the palm-tree wine
To drunkards; traitor, so to me that breast of thine!
O you rogue! your breast is to me what liquor is to those who rejoice in it, though it only gives them an unpleasant disgrace.

1289
Love is tender as an opening flower. In season due
To gain its perfect bliss is rapture known to few.
Sexual delight is more delicate than a flower, and few are those who understand its real nature.

1290
Her eye, as I drew nigh one day, with anger shone:
By love o'erpowered, her tenderness surpassed my own.
She once feigned dislike in her eyes, but the warmth of her embrace exceeded my own.