#15 (Thyagaraja) Gift From Sage Narada

R Rajaram Ramachandran Rajaram Ramachandran
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It was morning time An old hermit came And heard the songs When the saint sang. He said, “Thyagaraja, listen, I’ll be coming back soon After my bath in the River, Cauvery, for my food here.” While going he had left Music related notes, But never came back, Those books to take. Saint Thyagaraja waited Without taking food, But there was no sign Of the hermit’s return. That night, in his dream, The same hermit came, And said, “Thyagaraja, I’m the Sage Narada.” “To give you those books, The hermit role I took. New experience, a lot, From them you’ll get.” He woke up at once, And turned the books. Many secrets of tunes Were in those notes. (He sang in praise of Naradhyam: Sri Narada Muni Guru Rayakandi Menadi Thapamo Gururaya in Raga: Bhairavi) “Oh Narada Sage! Oh My great Guru! Out of my past penance I saw your appearance.” “I surrender to you. After meeting you Our attachments here In this world are no more.” “In the spiritual knowledge You’re the supreme sage. To burn any ignorance, ever You’re the razing fire.” “The Veena in your hand Always give soothing sound. Oh My Great Master, Save this Thyagaraja, Oh My Great Guru! ”

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