தொடியொடு தோள்நெகிழ நோவல் அவரைக்
கொடியர் எனக்கூறல் நொந்து.
I grieve, 'tis pain to me to hear him cruel chid,Because the armlet from my wasted arm has slid
I am greatly pained to hear you call him a cruel man, just because your shoulders are reduced and your bracelets loosened