Dattu’s Song

I do not go alone, to water fetch,
From rivers. Now I go with my play mates;
And in their company, walk this stony stretch.
From milling river bank to village gates.

The people of this village are so vile,
That wild stories legend- like they make,
Their vile imagination, full of guile,
Prevents my happy forays. For their sake,

I can not laugh and talk to any one,
For vile conclusions from this they can draw,
To husband’s sister and my mother-in-law.
A smile, a guffaw, syllable or pun,
In every flawless thing they find a flaw

O! Dattu teach me damage has been done,
My innocence explain to mother-in-law.