மலரன்ன கண்ணாள் அருமை அறியாது
அலரெமக்கு ஈந்ததிவ் வூர்.
The village hath to us this rumour giv'n, that makes her mine;Unweeting all the rareness of the maid with flower-like eyne
Not knowing the value of her whose eyes are like flowers this town has got up a rumour about me