Anbagath thillaa uyirvaazhkkai vanbaarkkan
Vatral marandhaLirth thatru.
A life without love within is like a withered tree sprouting on a barren rock.
உள்ளே அன்பு இல்லாத உயிரின் வாழ்க்கை, வறட்டு பாறையில் வளரும் காய்ந்த மரம் தளிர்ப்பது போன்றது.
The image: a dead tree sprouting leaves on bare rock — it looks like life but has no roots, no sustenance, and will quickly die. A loveless life appears to be living but has no internal nourishment. The metaphor captures perfectly the hollow appearance of loveless existence — outward activity with inward emptiness.