Waman Kardak
Send my boy to school
Send my boy to school
Lord and master
I tell you
Send my boy to
school
We may be terribly poor
Famine may knock
at our door
I’ll see that he
gets to school
Send my boy to
school, etc.
If the leg of your garment is rent
I promise to patch
and mend
For my garment, my
needle’s the tool
Send my boy to
school, etc.
If my clothes are torn, what do I care?
My boy must never
go bare
What use I do have
for a jewel?
Send my boy to
school, etc.
He’s got something from society; in return
My boy is going to
learn
He’ll be a lawyer;
nobody’s fool
Send my boy to
school, etc.
My boy won’t stay stupid or worse
Like that poet
Waman’s bad verse
My oath on you if
there’s no school!
Send my boy to
school, etc.
Translated
by Priya
Adarkar
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