மறப்பின் எவனாவன் மற்கொல் மறப்பறியேன்
உள்ளினும் உள்ளம் சுடும்.
If I remembered not what were I then? And yet,The fiery smart of what my spirit knows not to forget
I have never forgotten (the pleasure); even to think of it burns my soul; could I live, if I should ever forget it ?