Ancient wisdom
for modern minds.

உறுதோறு உயிர்தளிர்ப்பத் தீண்டலால் பேதைக்கு அமிழ்தின் இயன்றன தோள்.

Urudhoru uyirthalirppath theeṇdalal pedhaikku Amizhdin iyanrana thol.

Each time she touches his shoulders—the life within him quickens— to the fool, her arms become sweeter than nectar itself.

Desire blinds judgment: what the unguarded heart mistakes for immortal sweetness is merely sensation, a phantom that dissolves the moment you cease clinging to it. The wise see the touch and the longing for what they are—movements of nature, not claims upon the soul.