Twittering of birds did not intercept his slumber,
A little stirring in the house woke him from his torpor.
His mind spun around arrangements
of the morning,
Halted in the taste of tea first time she had prepared for
him.
The possibility of meeting in the banquet all people he
earned,
With his goodness throughout
his life, exited his mind.
All the tasks were given to the caterers and the tent-house teams,
Still he went on inspecting and supervising every bit of
them.
He kept his eyes on
the preparations of the home of the bridegroom,
Besides meeting every necessary requirements of his own home.
The anxiety of the arrival of the procession of a bridegroom,
Outweighs the success news of a kidney or liver
transplantation.*
He wished to sit all day long unmoved before his daughter,
And watch her decorated in traditional bridal attire.
Responsibilities pushed him out, threw him into sundry
chores,
On each movement, his feet and eyes dragged him towards her.*
Heart remained inside her room and body was obliged to
actions,
The corner of an eye flew at intervals spontaneously in her
directions.*
It was a big day regarding its length and import
Begins before the sun resumed its tour until after midnight,
The bands, the fireworks, the orchestra, dances of kids,
The dinner of the congregation all made the function colored.
When the new couple left and the last soul in the wedding hall
depart,
His feet halted, body stretched on a couch, eyes shut in
contentment.*
The *rd things only a man who has given the hand of her
daughter in marriage can understand.
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