GROUP 5 TEAM MEMBERS:
AKANKSHA R GOWDA (233BBAC17)
MOHAMMED SHEHEZANUDDIN (233BBAC15)
VISHWA B M (233BBAD13)
AMAN RASHID (233BBAD14)
AKANKSHA R GOWDA: "Karar Oi Louho Kopat" by Kazi Nazrul Islam
Lyrics:
Karar oi louho kopat
Bhenge fel, kor re lopat
Rokto jomat shikol-pujar pashan-bedi
Ore o torun ishan
Baja tor proloy-bishan dhongsho-nishan
Uduk prachir prachir bhedi
Gajoner baina baja
Ke malik? Ke je raja?
Ke daay shaja, mukto-swadhin satyo ke re?
Ha ha ha paaye je hashi
Bhogobaan porbe phanshi?
Shorbonashi shikhaye a heen totthyo ke re?
Ore o pagla Bhola, dere de proloy-dola
Garod gula, jorse dhore hachka taane
Maar haank Hyderi haank, kandhe ne dundubhi dhak
Daak ore daak, mrittyu ke daak jibon paane
Nache oi kaal-boishakhi
Katabi kaal boshe ki?
De re dekhi Bhim karar ol bhitti naari
Lathi maar bhangre tala!
Joto shob bondishalaye
Agun jala, agun jala, fel upari.
Here is a loose translation of the song from Bangla to English:
Break down those iron gates of the prison,
Completely destroy them
Let the stone altar where the blood-clotted shackles are worshiped disappear
Oh young Ishan (the Sun), blow your trumpet of destruction,
Let the flags of ruin fly, piercing through the prison walls of the East.
Play the music of Gajan (the music of Lord Shiva),
Who is the master, who is the king?
Who can punish free and independent truth?
It’s laughable they say
God will be hanged.
Who teaches these devastating vile truths?
Oh crazy Bhola (Shiva), give us the tremours of apocalypse,
Firmly grasp the prison bars and give a strong pull,
Shout the battle cry of Haider,
Take the war drum on your shoulder,
Call out, call out to death, towards life.
The storm of Kaal-Boishakh is dancing,
Will you sit idle and while away time?
Let's see the foundation of the mighty prison shaken
Kick and break the locks
In all the damned prisons
Light the fire, set them ablaze
Uproot them all.
Written in 1921, after the arrest of Chittaranjan Das and recorded later by revered artist Girin Chakravarty, the song has a very powerful message against British rule. Nazrul had published this song in his book Bhangar Gaan even before he was taken to prison by the British government for his allegedly inciteful writings. When Chittaranjan Das was arrested, his wife Basanti Debi sent their son, Sukumar Ranjan Das, to ask for a poem from Nazrul Islam. They met at the office of Upasana magazine. Comrade Muzaffar writes, of this song, that a few of them were chatting loudly while Nazrul had his face turned to the wall and took a few minutes to write this poem. He then read it out to Sukumar Ranjan Das, who was very happy. It was around the same time that the poem Bidrohi had been composed, which was published in Nazrul's Bhangar Gaan in January 1922.
The tune of Karar Oi Louho Kopat is synchronised with the lyrics, which has been a specialty of Kazi Nazrul Islam, who has written and composed more than 3,000 songs under 16-17 genres. This particular song is Kazi Nazrul Islam himself. It is not only a revolutionary song, but has inspired millions of Bangalees for decades
During the War of Liberation, Karar Oi Louho Kopat was broadcast by Swadhin Bangla Betar Kendra. The repeated rendition of this song brought great inspiration to the freedom fighters. Famous Nazrul exponent Shaheen Samad, Ziauddin Tariq Ali, Dr Naila Khan, Luba Marium, Bipul Bhattacharya and Debabrata Chowdhury were featured in Tareque and Catherine Masud's documentary Muktir Gaan. Any researcher can see the original tune used and the impact it had on the Mukti Bahini.
Nazrul Islam was known as the ‘Bidrohi Kobi (rebel poet), and his words inspired the freedom fighters in their struggle to liberate India from British rule. Nazrul himself was arrested in 1923 as the founder and editor of a magazine that criticised the British.
‘Karar oi louha kopat’ is one of his rebel songs that fuelled the spirit of patriotism with its strong lyrics
‘Karar oi louho kopat’ was first published in 1922 in ‘Banglar Katha’ (Stories of Bengal) magazine, and later included in Nazrul’s book ‘Bhangar Gaan’ (Songs of breaking free).
Born in 1899 in West Bardhaman district of present-day West Bengal, Nazrul had been a poet, song composer, flautist, singer, short-story writer, playwright, novelist, and political activist too, in his young life. For a large part of his life later, however, he remained sick and had to stop work. The neurological condition he reportedly suffered from caused a memory loss. In 1972, months after Bangladesh was created, the new government took him to Dhaka with the consent of Indian authorities, and conferred the status of ‘National Poet’ on him. In 1976, Bangladesh gave him citizenship, and he died there the same year at the age of 77.
Kazi Nazrul Islam’s “Karar Oi Louho Kopat” is not just a song; it is a poignant representation of the fervor and determination that characterized the Indian independence movement. The lyrics are deeply rooted in the spirit of rebellion against oppression, making it a cultural and historical treasure. The original composition resonates with the struggles of a nation fighting for its freedom, and its emotional power has been cherished for decades. Karar Oi Louho Kopat was published in 1922 in the magazine Banglar Katha (Stories of Bengal), and was later included in Nazrul’s book Bhangar Gaan (Songs of Breaking Free). Nazrul wrote the song of revolution after the British threw Deshbandhu Chittaranjan Das(1870-1925) in prison in 1922.
VISHWA B M: " kuladalli melyavudo"
Original lyrics in kannada
ಕುಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೀಳ್ಯಾವುದೋ ಹುಚ್ಚಪ್ಪಾ
ಮತದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೇಲ್ಯಾವುದೋ
ಹುಟ್ಟಿಸಾಯುವ ಹಾಳು ಮನುಸಾ ಮನುಸಾನ ಮಧ್ಯ
ಕೀಳ್ಯಾವ್ದು ಮೇಲ್ಯಾವುದೋ..
ಕುಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೀಳ್ಯಾವುದೋ ಹುಚ್ಚಪ್ಪಾ
ಮತದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೇಲ್ಯಾವುದೋ
ಹುಟ್ಟಿಸಾಯುವ ಹಾಳು ಮನುಸಾ ಮನುಸಾನ ಮಧ್ಯ
ಕೀಳ್ಯಾವ್ದು ಮೇಲ್ಯಾವುದೋ.. ಹಹಹಹಾ
Ohoohoo.. ತಿಲಕ ಇಟ್ಟರೆ ಸ್ವರಗವು ಸಿಗದು
ತಿಲಕ ಇಟ್ಟರೆ ಸ್ವರಗವು ಸಿಗದು
ವಿà²ೂತಿ ಬಳಿದರೆ ಕೈಲಾಸ ಬರದು. ಇಟ್ಟ ಗಂಧಾ ಬೂದಿ ನಾಮ
ಇಟ್ಟ ಗಂಧಾ ಬೂದಿ ನಾಮ
ಕತ್ತ ಕತ್ತಲು ನಿರನಾಮಾ..
ಕುಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೀಳ್ಯಾವುದೋ ಹುಚ್ಚಪ್ಪಾ
ಮತದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೇಲ್ಯಾವುದೋ
ಹುಟ್ಟಿಸಾಯುವ ಹಾಳು ಮನುಸಾ ಮನುಸಾನ ಮಧ್ಯ
ಕೀಳ್ಯಾವ್ದು ಮೇಲ್ಯಾವುದೋ
ಸೈವರಿಗೆಲ್ಲಾ ಸಿವದೊಡ್ಡೋನು
ವೈಷ್ಣವರಿಗೆ ಹರಿ ಸರ್ವೋತ್ತಮನು
ಸೈವರಿಗೆಲ್ಲಾ ಸಿವದೊಡ್ಡೋನು
ವೈಷ್ಣವರಿಗೆ ಹರಿ ಸರ್ವೋತ್ತಮನು
ಉತ್ತಮ ಮಧ್ಯಮ ಅಧಮರೆಲ್ಲರು
ಉತ್ತಮ ಮಧ್ಯಮ ಅಧಮರೆಲ್ಲರು
ಸತ್ತಮೇಲೆ ಸಮರಾಗ್ತಾರು..
ಕುಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೀಳ್ಯಾವುದೋ ಹುಚ್ಚಪ್ಪಾ
ಮತದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೇಲ್ಯಾವುದೋ...
ಹುಟ್ಟಿಸಾಯುವ ಹಾಳು ಮನುಸಾ ಮನುಸಾನ ಮಧ್ಯ
ಕೀಳ್ಯಾವ್ದು ಮೇಲ್ಯಾವುದೋ..
Translation:
Which caste is higher
Which caste is lower, you Madman
Between life and death
Between one human to another
Who knows who is higher or lower
You won’t reach heaven just by applying tilaka
You won’t reach kailasa just by applying vibhuti
All the sandalwood powder and basma turn to ashes once one dies
For a shaiva Shiva is great
For a Vaishya Vishu is mighty
But now matter which caste u belong to (lower, middle or higher)
You are all the same once you reach the grave.
History
This song is taken from the 1965 movie : Sathya Harishchandra , the lyrics are writhen by Hunsur Krishnamurthy , it talks about the discrimination amongst the castes and also about the hatred in between the Shaivas and Vaishyas during the period of Harishchandra.
Here is the music:
An interview excerpt from Vishwa regarding protest music:
AMAN RASHID: "Goreti Venkanna"
Goreti Venkanna, a prominent Telugu folk singer and songwriter, often addresses social and political issues in his work. While I don't have specific information about the background history of this particular song, it's likely that it was inspired by the ongoing struggles of marginalized communities in India, such as farmers, laborers, and lower castes. Venkanna's songs often reflect the realities faced by these groups and serve as a form of protest against oppression and exploitation. His music is deeply rooted in the folk traditions of Andhra Pradesh and Telangana, making it a powerful medium for raising awareness and advocating for social change.
Translated lyrics:
Blinding us like slaves branding us like low castes
Since our ancestors,destroying many lives
They have risen in status and their greatness is rising it’s good and spewing venom
Pick up the club and chase away these thieves
Our mothers cleaned the placenta
Made their newborn looks like a Jasmine
Washed clothes stained menstrual blood
Tied black beeds drove away evil spirit
Our mothers as mid wives did all the labour!
Now they’ve grown up these heroes of merit
Pick up the club chase away the thieves!
We pulled out the stones,we dug out the ant hills
Cut out the thorny bushes,made wasteland fertile
They grabbed our land tricking us with leases,they consume the crops we grow
Our sprinkled as fertilisers
Fair and healthy they swell with arrogance
Pick up the club chase away the thieves
Our fist became big hammers
We smashed huge boulders
We chiseled into fine shape
We painted our boiling blood
Built milti bungalows with our withering bones
O lazy bastards!
Asleep and warm boasting of merit
Pick up the club and chase away the thieves
We spun cotton and our nerves became thread
Went into the hollow of the looms
Our backs weakened
Pulling the loom again and again
Our chest pained,ankle lost strength
We felt like corpses
Our withering skin became so heir shawls
They covered their whole bodies
And now pretend to be learned
Pick up the club chase away the thieves
Holding back our breath
Crawling like the mountain lizard
Braving cold wind,climbing palm trees
Through thorns with torn bodies
And they gulp the toddy that foams from our sweat
O ‘meritorious’ sons
Of drunk landlords!
Here is the music:
An interview by Aman:
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