#07 (Thyagaraja) The Saint's Married Life

At eighteen years of his age, It was time for his marriage. He married Parvathi, a girl Who was young and simple. A perfect match she was As she was also pious Like the Saint, her husband, Whose heart was so kind One day, his father returned From the street rounds tired, He couldn’t do his prayer, As he knew his end was near. He called his son and said, “Oh my son, I’m now tired. To His abode, Rama invites me. I’ll be no more for you to see.” “Follow our ancient tradition. Continue our noble profession. Rama will bless you always. He’ll answer all your prayers.” From his eyes, tears flowed. For the last time, he hugged His son, the noble saint, And then breathed his last. Saint Thyagaraja caught, His father’s feet and wept, Having lost that fondly touch What his father gave very much. Soon after the last rites, It was time for the deities To be taken for ownership For their daily worship. Jalpesan showed no sign Nor was very much keen, So, the saint took the deities And did his daily prayers.