PART II. WEALTH - The Post-marital love
Chapter. 120. The Solitary Anguish
Kural - 1191
The bliss to be beloved by those they love who gains,
Of love the stoneless, luscious fruit obtains.
The women who are beloved by those whom they love, have they have not got the stone-less fruit of sexual delight ?
Kural - 1192
As heaven on living men showers blessings from above,
Is tender grace by lovers shown to those they love.
The bestowal of love by the beloved on those who love them is like the rain raining (at the proper season) on those who live by it.
Kural - 1193
Who love and are beloved to them alone
Belongs the boast, 'We've made life's very joys our own.'
The pride that says "we shall live" suits only those who are loved by their beloved (husbands).
Kural - 1194
Those well-beloved will luckless prove,
Unless beloved by those they love.
Even those who are esteemed (by other women) are devoid of excellence, if they are not loved by their beloved.
Kural - 1195
From him I love to me what gain can be,
Unless, as I love him, he loveth me?
He who is beloved by me, what will he do to me, if I am not beloved by him ?
Kural - 1196
Love on one side is bad; like balanced load
By porter borne, love on both sides is good.
Lust, like the weight of the KAVADI, pains if it lies in one end only but pleases if it is in both.
Kural - 1197
While Kaman rushes straight at me alone,
Is all my pain and wasting grief unknown?
Would not cupid who abides and contends in one party (only) witness the pain and sorrow (in that party)?
Kural - 1198
Who hear from lover's lips no pleasant word from day to day,
Yet in the world live out their life,- no braver souls than they!
There is no one in the world so hard-hearted as those who can live without receiving (even) a kind word from their beloved.
Kural - 1199
Though he my heart desires no grace accords to me,
Yet every accent of his voice is melody.
Though my beloved bestows no love on one, still are his words sweet to my ears.
Kural - 1200
Tell him thy pain that loves not thee?
Farewell, my soul, fill up the sea!
Live, O my soul, would you who relate your great sorrow to strangers, try rather to fill up your own sea (of sorrow).