Love

Poem : 1191

The bliss to be beloved by those they love who gains,
Of love the stoneless, luscious fruit obtains.

Explanation :
The women who are beloved by those whom they love, have they have not got the stone-less fruit of sexual delight ?

Poem : 1192

As heaven on living men showers blessings from above,
Is tender grace by lovers shown to those they love.

Explanation :
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.

Poem : 1193

Who love and are beloved to them alone
Belongs the boast, 'We've made life's very joys our own.'

Explanation :
The pride that says "we shall live" suits only those who are loved by their beloved (husbands).

Poem : 1194

Those well-beloved will luckless prove,
Unless beloved by those they love.

Explanation :
Even those who are esteemed (by other women) are devoid of excellence, if they are not loved by their beloved.

Poem : 1195

From him I love to me what gain can be,
Unless, as I love him, he loveth me?

Explanation :
He who is beloved by me, what will he do to me, if I am not beloved by him ?

Poem : 1196

Love on one side is bad; like balanced load
By porter borne, love on both sides is good.

Explanation :
Lust, like the weight of the KAVADI, pains if it lies in one end only but pleases if it is in both.

Poem : 1197

While Kaman rushes straight at me alone,
Is all my pain and wasting grief unknown?

Explanation :
Would not cupid who abides and contends in one party (only) witness the pain and sorrow (in that party)?

Poem : 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!

Explanation :
There is no one in the world so hard-hearted as those who can live without receiving (even) a kind word from their beloved.

Poem : 1199

Though he my heart desires no grace accords to me,
Yet every accent of his voice is melody.

Explanation :
Though my beloved bestows no love on one, still are his words sweet to my ears.

Poem : 1200

Tell him thy pain that loves not thee?
Farewell, my soul, fill up the sea!

Explanation :
Live, O my soul, would you who relate your great sorrow to strangers, try rather to fill up your own sea (of sorrow).