Another song which will give you goose bumps by Sheetal sathe of kabir kala manch and translated by Ashutosh member of Kabir Kala Manch
The nausea is served in the plate , the untouchable nausea
The disgust is growing in the belly, the untouchable disgust
its there even in buds of flowers, its there even in sweet songs
that man should drink man’s blood ,
which is the land where this happens
which is the land of this hellish nausea
So it goes , my dear friend, so it goes in the villages
so it goes my friend from the harsh lands, so it goes in remote places
Listen to this my friend , listen to the story of humans
Hear out the torment my friend, the torment of our lands
there is but one blood in humans
there is but one
The bones are made the same
the bones are but one
Juts like the water
ust like the flowers
ust like the wind
this body , natural, is the same
Then how come is this difference?
how come this division by caste
then how come this division ?
how come human are valued differently
by this yardstick of caste
So it goes , my dear friend, so it goes in the villages
so it goes my friend from the harsh lands, so it goes in remote places
Listen to this my friend , listen to the story of humans
Hear out the torment my friend, the torment of our lands
and if we are the same humans
then why are we ouside the village?
The outsider cleans up the waste
then why do we have to bow and beg
“curtsy oh my lord, I am passing through
Cursty oh my master , I bow to you
curtsy oh my lord, I am passing through
Cursty oh my master , I bow to you”
Our shadow is untouchable , our touch nauseating
this disgust in you faces, this shit in your thoughts
this nausea of your beliefs
is hanging from our necks , from our settlements necks
So it goes , my dear friend, so it goes in the with Peshawai
so it goes my friend , so it goes with feudal lords
Listen to this my friend , listen to the story of brahminical Peshwai
Hear out the torment my friend, the torment of the untouchables
You burned the mothers on the pyres
you burnt her anger to ashes
you sacrificed her on the altar of the caste restrictions
told her ” go and become a Sati” A living body, with the dead one, was made to die
what kind of religion you protected
by killing and cutting down living people ?
So it goes , my dear friend, so goes the story of Sati’s
so it goes my friend , so it goes with lives of my mothers
Listen to this my friend , listen to the story of Sati
Hear out the torment my friend, the torment of the Mother
You killed our Shambuk, ourTuka you send heavenwards
on our heart you struck , wounds after wounds
and soe one was killed for water
someone for the temple
and someone was killed for the voice
and someone for the touch
So it goes , my dear friend, so goes the story Khairlainji
so it goes even now my friend , so goes the story Khairlainji
Listen to this my friend , listen to this ongoing story
Hear out the torment my friend, the torment of the Ramabai
But now you mass murderers
its time for you to stop
we are coming out ,
with our dignity as our flag and standard
we are ready to fight , to figght back at each step
those who sell their dignity , would no longer stand with us
So it goes , my dear friend, so it goes with the fight
so it goes even now my friend , so goes with teh true fight
Listen to this my friend , listen to this story of true struggle
come with me my friend from harsh lands, lets strat the decisive struggle of life and death
LISTEN TO HER MESMERISING VOICE FULL OF PAIN OF TRUTH OF LIFE
August 20, 2012 at 8:41 pm
Why does this song not have the ‘download’ option…
October 20, 2012 at 3:54 pm
avail download options to songs sung by kabir kala manch