The Bauls
The Bauls are mystic minstrels living in rural Bangladesh and West Bengal, India. The Baul movement, at its peak in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, has now regained popularity among the rural population of Bangladesh. Their music and way of life have influenced a large segment of Bengali culture, and particularly the compositions of Nobel Prize laureate Rabindranath Tagore.
Parvathy Baul is a practitioner, performer and teacher of the Baul tradition from Bengal, India. She is also an instrumentalist, storyteller and painter. Parvathy performs at the Sivananda Ashram in Neyyar Dam, south India.
Bauls live either near a village or travel from place to place and earn their living from singing to the accompaniment of the lute dotara, the ektara, a simple one-stringed instrument, and a drum called dubki. Bauls belong to an unorthodox devotional tradition, influenced by Hinduism, Buddhism, Bengali Vaisnavism and Sufi Islam, yet distinctly different from them.
Bauls neither identify with any organised religion nor with the caste system, special deities, temples or sacred places. Their emphasis lies on the importance of a person’s physical body as the place where God resides. Bauls are admired for this freedom from convention as well as their music and poetry. Baul poetry, music, song and dance are devoted to finding humankind’s relationship to God, and to achieving spiritual liberation.
Their devotional songs can be traced back to the fifteenth century when they first appeared in Bengali literature. Baul music represents a particular type of folk song, carrying influences of Hindu bhakti movements as well as the shuphi, a form of Sufi song. Songs are also used by the spiritual leader to instruct disciples in Baul philosophy, and are transmitted orally.
The language of the songs is continuously modernised thus endowing it with contemporary relevance. The preservation of the Baul songs and the general context in which they are performed depend mainly on the social and economic situation of their practitioners.
Incurable Desire
Is there any cure for desire-diseases? Oh, Sakhi! Please tell me of one.
Desire in the morning, Desire in the night, Desire throughout the day.
If I forsake desire, Desire nonetheless comes to catch me Another way.
Better would be the funeral pyre, Then, at least, the whole man would burn;
But the fire of desire Kills not, just sears, keeps on searing.
Sarat sings: Oh, lovely Radha, In the end you stand lonely, Except for the desire;
Is it the one who heals The wounds of all wordly desires The one you desire?
