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Translated from original Marathi by Anjali Purohit
Quick! Heed my call, mother Bhavani
I will offer rodga* at your feet!
Father-in-law is out of town
Bump him off right there!
Quick! Heed my call, mother Bhavani
I will offer rodga at your feet!
Mother-in-law harasses me constantly
Kill her right away!
Quick! Heed my call, mother Bhavani
I will offer rodga at your feet!
Sister-in-law nags so
Ensure that she becomes a widow!
Quick! Heed my call, mother Bhavani
I will offer rodga at your feet!
This brat of a nephew keeps whining
Make him get the itch!
Quick! Heed my call, mother Bhavani
I will offer rodga at your feet!
I’ll kill my husband and offer him up to you
Free me from all of this!
Quick! Heed my call, mother Bhavani
I will offer rodga at your feet!
Says Eka, let everyone vanish
For I hear the call of Eka Janardan!
Quick! Heed my plea, mother Bhavani
I will offer rodga at your feet!
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(verse 3920, ibid.)
Anand Shinde performs Satvar Pav ge Mala
*rodga – is a preparation made of flour, resembling a bun, that is cooked in the Vidarbha regions of Maharashtra
← Sant Eknath
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