Satyawati -05

5. Krishna, the Dwaipayana He was borne on the triodashi The thirteenth day after full moon At brahma muhurtam, before dawn Under the gaze of the stars of heaven. He was black as a monsoon cloud Father called him Krishna, the black I recalled the Sanskrit I knew, Called him Dwaipayana, the island-born. Days many had not when passed Came sage Parashar like free-flowing wind With a smile of appreciation to me For the name, Krishna the Dwaipayana. He took his son in his lap and said, Of course, he is black and born on this isle The name you gave him is most apt But he'll have a third, would last for ever. He would be a great sage and scholar His works compilations and teachings Veda Vyasa, the compiler of the Vedas. His name would remain till the worlds last.