Blood Has No Caste
The calamity on the leaders of the dynasty was very heavy.
Drona, Bhishma, Arjuna, all faded, all getting sad,
A Suyodhana rose, speaking, 'Veer! Well done!'
He again challenged Parth (Arjun) for a duel,
The Guru hinted at Arjun to remain silent.
Kripacharya said- 'Listen, heroic unknown young man'
Arjuna is the child of Bharata-dynasty-Avatans Pandu.
'It is a Kshatriya, it is a Rajput, who will not fight like this,
How would one jump into the melee?
If you want to fight with Arjun, do not go silent in the gathering
Say something, tell me who are you? '
'Caste! Oh caste! Karna's heart throttles,
Looking at the enraged Sun, he spoke with heroic anger
'Caste-caste rites, whose capital is only heresy,
What should I know? These are my arms.
'Kanak-chhatra on the head above, black-within-black,
Don't be shy about asking people in the world.
I am a sutraputra, but who was father Parth?
Say courage, do not remain silent in guilt.
'You raise the head, you take the name of the caste,
But, with the power of unrighteous exploitation, you thrive in happiness.
Your soul trembled with the half-castes,
You ask for the donation of thumb by deception.
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