At sunset the cows turned homeward and Tirumoola followed in their wake. Moolan’s wife, having become anxious about her husband’s whereabouts, drew near to take his hand but he withdrew, saying that he could have nothing to do with her. He passed his days beneath the temple peepal tree and his nights in a nearby Math. She spent her nights tossing and turning until one morning, she sought the aid of relatives. They went and visited Tirumoola, but upon returning to her, said: “He’s not mad or afflicted in any way. He’s now a yogi of indescribable glory. You will have to accept that he cannot be brought back to household life.” Meanwhile the saint went to the wood in search of his old body only to discover that the Lord had taken it. The Lord had other plans for him: he was to remain and serve the Lord in this land. The yogi resumed his samadhi beneath the peepal tree, emerging ever so often to compose a single verse in Tamil—one per year—over the next 3,000 years until he reached the feet of the Lord. These 3,000 verses make up the Tirumantram.