My beloved has cunning that knows two things
In the middle of the night
she comes
as fragrant as Mullur flower
in the land of Malaiyan
whose sword is red, whose strength is inimical,
and she is fit for me.
Then she shakes out the mixed flowers
I put in her hair,
rubs sandal and oil in her tresses,
and with a new face
she is fit for her family when day comes.