Brahmin's Pagletgiri

Brahmin's pagletgiri Which but saw I in my Bihar Never liked I Nor appreciated it all As for excess of everything is bad During the solar and the lunar eclipses Make you not food, Nor take you And even if after the spectacle over, Take you a bath, wash the utensils And start your business, Use you not fallen flowers Even if fall they from hands In worship, When you get your hair cut Enter you not the house Until you take a bath, Cut you not your hair and beards On Thursdays and Saturdays, Go you not out on Thursdays After 12 noon, From whose hands water can be used And whose not, Who a touchable fellow, Who an untouchable, This discrimination, Even in them Who is a higher clan Brahmin, Who a lower clan Brahmin, Why is the cat weeping, The dog wailing during the night, The black bird ruffling the leaves And making harsh sounds, Auspicious and inauspicious in it all, If some close relative has died, Dislodge you all the earthen utensils In food making use, In which dish to keep The objects of worship, Flowers, sweets, bel leaves, In a brass or copper plate, Never use a steel one, During the funeral ritual Give them a feast With five types of sweets To their fill Even selling your things Or mortgaging lands, The foolish, blunt Brahmins, My brethren who like The Indian villagers and rural people I never liked them, Their superstition and backwardness. Always discussing who a papi, who a dharmatama, Who sinful, who a man of religion, How to contradict papa, Papa-punya, but say, Who is not a papi, who a punyatama?