Grew up listening to your haunting melodies.
Please click on this link to listen to Emi Sethura Linga? – my personal favourite.
For those who cannot understand the lyrics of this tattvam , my feeble attempt at translation.
A devotee of Lord Shiva regrets his inability to offer the Lord, the purest tokens of his gratitude.
He contemplates offering the holy waters of the Ganges, but a little tadpole informs him that the river water is contaminated by the spittle of frogs and fishes living in the water.
What can be purer than milk fresh from the holy cow? Sorry, says the calf, but the calves got there first and their spittle has pervaded the milk.
Alright then, what about flowers freshly plucked from the garden? Millions of bees buzz, from their hives on the branches of trees confessing that they got there first!
What can a devotee then do? He can only lament, ‘What can I do, Oh Lord, What can I possibly do?’ ‘Emi sethura Linga?’
You will be missed, Maestro.
Rest in peace.