We suffer day and nightÂ
We pray to the ruler
Even the Lord is indifferent to our pain
When will the burden of our sorrows be lessened?
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We will go to the clergyman바카라™s courtÂ
We will lose religion and turn EnglishÂ
Hey Ram! Changing religion will do no good
How shall we see ourselves in the mirror?
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You saved Prahlad from tearing apart the pillar
You rescued Gajraj from the claws of the crocodile
When Dushasan tried to strip Draupadi
You appeared and offered her sareeÂ
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You killed Ravana and protected BibhisanaÂ
Lifted the mountain on your finger
Where are you asleep now callouslyÂ
Are You afraid of touching us Doms?
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We toil day and nightÂ
And receive two rupees for a month
Thakur sleeps sweetly at his home
We plough the field and make our ends meet
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The lord바카라™s men descend upon usÂ
And enslave us to work for freeÂ
We bear the pain silently and serve
We바카라™ll report this to the governmentÂ
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We바카라™ll not beg like the Babhans
Will not wield lathis (sticks) like the Thakurs
Will not cheat like the Sahus while weighingÂ
Will not steal cows like the Ahirs
We바카라™ll not go to the court wearing turbans
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We바카라™ll earn shedding our own sweat and blood
We바카라™ll eat sharing meals at homeÂ
Even the Babhan have bodies of flesh and blood
But is worshipped in every homeÂ
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In all directions he is hosted well
We can바카라™t even go near the well
Churning mud, our hands, legs are broken
Why is our condition so miserable and we forsaken?
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Translated from Bhojpuri by Abhay K.Â