Wamandada's Anti-Caste Poetry And Music

घाम शेतात आमचा गळे,
चोर ऐतच घेऊन पळे
धन चोरांचा हा पळण्याचा फाटा कु ठाय हो?
न्याय वेशीला टांगा सदा,
माल त्याचा की आमचा वदा
करा निवाडा आणा तराजु, काटा कु ठाय हो?
लोणी सारं तिकडं पळं,
इथं भुके नं जिवडा जळं
दकानवालेदादा आमचा आटा कु ठाय हो?
इथ बिऱ्हहाड उघड्यावर,
तिथं लुगडी लुगड्यावर
या दबुळीचं धुडकं -फडकं धाटा कु ठाय हो?
इथं मीठ मिरची अन् तुरी,
तिथं मुरगी काटा सुरी
सांगा आम्हाला मुरगी कटलेट काटा कु ठाय हो?
शोधा सारे साठे चला,
आज पाडा वाडे चला
वामनदादा आमचा घुगरी घाटा कु ठाय हो?

- लोकशाहीर वामनदादा कर्डक

In the fields, our sweat drips,
The thief steals and runs, with what isn바카라�t his
The path through which these plunderers escape, where is it?
Law, forever, is hung to dry on a clothesline
Whose wealth has swollen, theirs or mine
Decide now, fetch the scale of justice
But its needle, where is it?
All the butter flows towards them slides
Here we are hungry for a bite
Dear Shopkeeper, our bag of flour, where is it?
Here our families sleep naked
There, they drape a saree over another
This impoverished woman바카라�s clothes, where are they?
Here바카라�s there바카라�s just salt, chillies and some lentil broth
They dine on chicken, with a knife and fork
Our chicken cutlet and our fork, tell us, where are they?
Come, everyone, search together
Search all the mansions, streets
Waman dada, where are our anklet bells?

바카라�Excerpts from a poem by Wamandada (Translated from Marathi by Mayabhushan Nagvenkar)

Waman Kardak (1992-2004)

Popularly known as Wamandada, was a Marathi singer, musician, poet and lyricist who changed the structure and politics of music. He used for his songs and poems a language which cannot be distinguished from the vernacular of the masses, the Dalit-bahujans of Maharashtra among whom he lived and wrote most of his songs. Wamandada wrote and performed for 55 years. He arrived as a poet when the Ambedkar movement was reaching its climax in the form of the Buddhist conversions of 1956. Wamandada바카라�s songs amplified what Babasaheb Ambedkar had spoken about.