நெஞ்சத்தார் காத லவராக வெய்துண்டல்
அஞ்சுதும் வேபாக் கறிந்து.
Within my heart my lover dwells; from food I turnThat smacks of heat, lest he should feel it burn
As my lover is in my heart, I am afraid of eating (anything) hot, for I know it would pain him