It is said that Cupid, Man Mathan
Despite his five arrows
Enchanted by thy smile
Made it his sixth arrow !
Nin chiri, punchiri
The Celestial Being, Gandharva
Not satisfied with the Seven Octaves
Impressed by thy speech
Made it the eighth !
Gold, dissatisfied with own dazzling beauty
Yearned for thy ravishing cheeks !
Nin kavil poovine
Rainbow, not satisfied with its colors seven
Thirsted for thy majestic beauty !
Nin kanthi nedan
Marlowe's eulogy of Helen
Was this the face that launched a
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ?
Helen, make me immortal with a kiss
I will tarry here, as Heaven in these lips
O thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand suns.
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
Ere he appeared before hapless Semele
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azured arms
None but thee will be my paramour.