Kural 1168 · மன்னுயிர் எல்லாம் துயிற்றி அளித்திரா
O Night, who puts all living beings to sleep and gives them grace, it seems you have no companion except me.
The Eighteen Lesser Texts, including the Thirukkural.
O Night, who puts all living beings to sleep and gives them grace, it seems you have no companion except me.
More cruel than the cruelty of the cruel one is this night that passes so slowly these days.
If my eyes could go, like my heart, to the place where he is, they would not need to swim in a flood of tears.
Why do the eyes themselves weep now? This unabating sickness came to me because they showed him and I saw.
Why do my eyes, which looked at him without discerning, now suffer in sorrow instead of bearing it with understanding?
That my eyes suddenly looked on their own and now weep of their own accord is worthy of laughter.
Having fixed on me an incurable sickness from which there is no escape, my kohl-painted eyes, their water dried, can no longer rain.
My eyes, which caused me a sickness of love that even the sea could not bear, now suffer in grief, unable even to sleep.
Oh, how sweet it is that the very eyes that gave me this sickness have themselves fallen into it!
May the eyes that saw him with desire and clinging fondness suffer again and again until the water within them dries up.