Telugu Ballad Poetry

The Indian Antiquary – Telugu Ballad Poetry, 1874 – folk songs, Papadu epic, and oral traditions of Telangana The Indian Antiquary – Telugu Ballad Poetry, 1874 – folk songs, Papadu epic, and oral traditions of Telangana The Indian Antiquary, one of the earliest journals of Oriental research in British India, published in its January 1874 issue a remarkable collection of Telugu ballad poetry compiled by J. A. Boyle, Esq., M.C.S. Boyle, a colonial civil servant, recorded these songs directly from an illiterate farmer–singer of the Boya caste near Bellary, in the Ceded Districts. His article, titled "Telugu Ballad Poetry," preserves a priceless snapshot of 19th‑century Telangana’s oral culture – from the epic of Sardar Sarvayi Papanna Goud (known as Papadu) to lyrical love songs, children’s stick‑dances, and village well‑side romances. Boyle’s work stands as a rare colonial‑era attempt to document the living voice of the Telugu peasantry, at a time when print was still alien to most villages. These poems, sung by ploughmen, carters, and women at wells, reveal a world of heroic bandits, longing maidens, and rustic humour – a world that survives today only in fading memories and, thanks to Boyle, in these fragile pages of a Victorian journal.

1874Year of publication
J. A. BoyleCompiler & translator
PapaduEpic hero
BoyaCaste of the singer
BellaryRegion of collection
TelanganaCultural heartland
Folk SongsGenre
Oral TraditionPreservation method
1. Introduction – The Indian Antiquary and Telugu Ballad Poetry

When Charles Gover published his book Folk‑Songs of Southern India, he included songs from several Dravidian languages but omitted Telugu. Realising this gap, he added a few verses from Vemana as a token example – but, as Boyle points out, Vemana's poems are not true folk‑songs; they are serious religious and moral works, more akin to the Book of Lamentations or Juvenal's Satires.

Boyle set out to correct this omission. He argued that genuine folk‑songs are simple in thought and subject, and were originally of three types: war songs for soldiers, drinking songs for feasts, and love songs expressing deep emotion. He collected his material from the most humble sources – "poor, uneducated men by the roadside – ploughmen singing to their oxen, carters sitting between their bulls." These singers often did not fully understand the words they sang, and changed them into rough, local speech. But it is exactly this roughness, Boyle notes, that proves their genuineness.

The ballads he presents, including the epic of Papadu, were composed by country poets and preserved orally by family minstrels (kirtankars). Boyle’s article remains a vital document for understanding the folk culture of Telangana in the late 19th century, and the enduring legacy of heroes like Sardar Sarvayi Papanna Goud – a Bahujan leader whose memory was kept alive not in court chronicles, but in the songs of the common people.

The Indian Antiquary (1872–1933) was a pioneering journal for the study of Indian history, epigraphy, and folklore. Boyle's 1874 contribution is one of the earliest systematic recordings of Telugu folk balladry.
2. The Ballad of Papadu – A Poligar’s Epic

The first and longest ballad is the epic of Papadu (Papanna Goud), a Poligar (petty chieftain) of the Ceded Districts. Boyle notes that the singer was a native of Bellary belonging to the Boya caste. The hero, Papadu, is identified as a member of the Nayadu or Kapu caste – the same Sardar Sarvayi Papanna Goud of Telangana tradition. Boyle records that local traditions and even official history preserve the memories of these turbulent Poligars, whose forts are now ruins and whose descendants have become struggling farmers.

The ballad opens with a dramatic war‑cry, followed by Papadu’s farewell to his mother, where he declares his ambition to conquer Golkonda, defy the Mughals, and plunder Bandar (Machilipatnam). The hero then arms himself with a fantastic assortment of weapons, and a verse celebrates the terror his presence inspires – "The tender babes refused the breast; the fox and lion slunk to rest."

Papadu meets his followers in a date‑palm grove, where they share toddy – a scene that Boyle notes gives "a great deal of local colour." The toddy is described with miraculous properties, turning water into fire. The ballad likely went on to narrate the capture of Warangal fort, defiance of the Mughals, and Papadu’s tragic end – but Boyle’s fragment ends here. Nevertheless, this epic confirms that Papanna Goud was already a celebrated folk hero within living memory of his death (he was executed in 1710).

⚔️ The Hero’s Challenge
Vastadi, tanu, sarvayya Papadu!
“I come, 'tis I, the mighty Papadu!”
🌄 Papadu’s Farewell to His Mother
Talli koluvuku vadige vellenu,
Talliki dandamuga nilichenu,
Yêru katti vyavasyamu, amma
Yengile munta yetta lenu.
Kottudunu Golkonda pattanam:
Dilliki mozur navudunu:
Mudu gadiyala Bandar kottudunu:
Mulakota Kandanura tsuchi;
Bangara kadiyalu pettudunu.
Manakanta bantrotu tana melu,
Manakulakai mana vaddu, ra!
Sarvayya Papa.
Then to his mother quick he hied,
And lowly bent him by her side:
“Mother! to fix and drive the share,
The filthy household-pot to bear,
Are not for me. My arm shall fall
Upon Golkonda's castle wall:
I'll scorn the lord of Delhi's might;
To me shall Bandar yield this night;
Before Kurnool I then will stand,
And with gold jewels deck this hand.
Let not my followers miss the prize
That fortune holds before their eyes!”
🛡️ The Terror of Papadu
Adugo! Papadu vastan' ante'
Kundêllu kurtsunda padenu;
Ledi-pillalu leva levu,
Pasi biddalu palu tagavu;
Nakkalu simhalu tokkabudunu.
Within its form low crouched the hare;
Trembled the deer to leave their lair;
The tender babes refused the breast;
The fox and lion slunk to rest.
🥥 The Miraculous Toddy
Papadu tagedi kallu,
Ye tati, ye tati kallu!
Velu pettitě velu tegunu;
Diviti pettitě bogguna mandunu;
Tagetappudu tiyaga vundenu;
Taginavanni leva-nivvadu;
Lechinavanni ponivvadu.
Such toddy as he drank, I ween,
On earth before was never seen.
The finger dipped therein became
Withered with secret fire;
The ballad of Papadu is a rare survival of the heroic oral tradition that once thrived in Telangana. It confirms that Sardar Sarvayi Papanna Goud (executed 1710) was already a celebrated figure in folk memory by the 1870s. His story – a low‑caste rebel who defied the Mughals – embodies the spirit of resistance that still resonates in Telangana’s cultural memory.
3. Other Village Lyrics – Love, Well‑Songs, and Stick‑Dances

Alongside the Papadu epic, Boyle recorded several short lyrics that illustrate the diversity of 19th‑century village poetry. These songs, sung by farmers and women, cover themes of love, longing, rejection, and playful courtship – all delivered in the rough, vivid language of the common people.

🚰 The Rāyat’s Well‑Song
1. Yegi, yegi yendalaina
Yeduru gummi nidalaina
Dudavadu mogadaina,
Vunda valè konda nadama.

2. Yedurinti yerra Papa
Tsutum'anna, kana radu:
Papishti tallidandri
Bail' ella nivvaru.

3. Yettu gubbalu yerra danni,
Kora gubbalu yevvani palu
Alu leni baluniki
Aru nelala aranam istun'.

4. Gubbalunde tiru tsuchi
Guddikonte tiru nanto
Gunde-gala bantu aytê
Gundlapalle kanama-ku-ra.
1. We toil, we toil in burning heat;
The bamboo copse gives cool retreat.
My husband dear, my love, must stay
Among the hills far, far away.

2. Fair Papa in my neighbour's house
I cannot see, she's kept too close;
Her good-for-nothing parents say
“No gadding out for you to-day.”

3. Fair maiden with the swelling breast
Who on thy bosom shall be blest
In six short months a spouseless boy
This wedding gift shall crown with joy.

4. He who thy bosom's charms might scan
Would be a beauty-blinded man:
A hero bold of heart must come
To sue thee in thy mountain home.
🌿 The Forest‑Hen and the Boya Lover
1. Ratri puta vastari antivi,
Rachi gandamu tisi vuntini,
Ratriki nivu ra ledu,
Rachina gandamu riti tappenu.

2. Kantsu gubbala karu-kodi
Manchi nillaku chelimiki vacche',
Tsuchukoni Boya bidda
Kantsu gubalu kadala mite.'

3. Vadulu koppu biguvu ravike.
Vangi nillu chêde' Papa
Vagalakari Raugadu vacchi
Biguvu ravike pikkatille.'

4. Dinne mida jilledalalo
Mallâdâdi mudut sukonte
Modugu mânulu morugu ayye'
Mukku naku tsupum' amna!

5. “Vanka nunti potunnad' ante'
Jinka muti yerra padutsu;”
Yegu tsuchi etinadu
Monnagadu Mallappa Nayadu.
1. “I come,” you said, “at evening's shade;”
I the sweet powder ready made;
You came not at the evening hour,
And that sweet powder missed its power.

2. The forest-hen with bosom fair
Came down to gather water clear:
The Boya saw, and that bright breast
With amorous touch the youth caressed.

3. With flowing locks and jacket tight
Came Papa, stooped and water drew;
At Ranga's touch, the roguish wight,
That swelling jacket open flew.

4. Among the bushes on the mound,
With many a kiss they sported round
In shelter of the leafy grove:
Show me thy pretty face, my love!

5. “See from the brook she goes,” he cried,
“The maiden fair with nostrils wide;”
Then peeped and spied and followed keen,
Mallappa Nayadu, I ween.
💧 The Rejected Lover at the Well
1. Baviki varadi katti,
Bavi nillu' ella toli;
Kanno padutsu nilluku vachche'
“Kadava munagadu' emi chetunu.”

2. “Kani kani-Kapadani,
“Kankulu ivvaka potiv,” ante,
“Vontiga nillu doruku, lammidi!”
Vollu yella vasantam ayye.'

3. Niv' akka, naku dakken' ante,
Sukkalaku mukkukonti'
Niv' akka naku dakka ledu,
Sukkalaku mukka ledu.

4. Bavi gaddana vunda vale'
Nillu lotu kana vale'
Damaraku parupu mida,
Dani metta kana vale.
1. I dug a well, and bridged it sure;
The bullocks drew the water pure;
A maiden came to the water's brink,
“Alas!” she cried, “my pot won't sink.”

2. “Wait, maiden, wait; you would not deign
To give,” he cried, “those ears of grain;
A hussey gets no help from me;” –
Her painted form was fair to see.

3. “Yes, sister, once your love I sought,
And to the stars I made my vow;
Now, sister, love avails me nought,
No vows of love the stars hear now.

4. Ay, stand you there on the well's bank steep
Till heaven send you water deep:
Where lotus leaves make floating bed,
There may you lay your haughty head.”
🥁 The Kolut Song – Children’s Stick‑Dance
He:
Chinnadana nalla chinnadana
Ni vuri per 'emi ni per 'emi.
Nizamuga cheppite
Ni venta vastanu nalla Chinnadana.

She:
Na vuru yela ra,
Na peru yela ra?
Gartuga Gudibanda peru Penngonda, andamu Palkonda
Akkada vantanu tsakkani chinnadana.

He:
Penugonda, Lepakshi, Peddapalem gattu
Tsanugonda, Lalanka, Santa Narasapuram Cheruvu
Dharmavaram Bukkapattanam
Vurindlu mavi, nalla Chinnadana
Adngo ma vuru Tatimakulapalle.
Stalamaku ra nulla chinnadana.
He:
O maiden, fair maiden, come tell in my ear
What village you dwell in, the name that you bear.
And maiden, dear maiden, I pray tell me true,
For maiden, fair maiden, I would fain follow you.

She:
Why ask me my village? Why ask me my name?
Gudibanda the name is of the place where I dwell.
Penukonda's high fortress, Palkonda the fair;
'Tis there I await you – oh, come to me there.

He:
Sanugonda, Lepakshi, Peddapalem the steep,
Bukkarayadu's city where the waters lie deep;
Lalanka the lonely, Narasâpuram's grove:
All these are my dwellings, my maiden, my love.
See yonder's my village, mid the shady date grove.
Let that be our dwelling! Come thither, my love!
💗 A Maiden’s Longing – “Yetiki Vempalle tiga”
Yetiki Vempalle tiga addam ayye'
Yeti mida kaungili yenni nallaku
Anduno? sanda mama!
Vosamma, neti vela vontiga vunda lenu.
Na prayamu mogavani paluka todu
Ampavê, sanda mama!

Chikiti intlona chinnadan' unnanu!
Na prayamu chinnavanni paluku todu
Ampave, sanda mama!

Vani mollalona vunnadi mohambu
Pidibaku, sanda mama!
Na mollaka kuchamula paina
Mopina tsalamma, sanda mama!

Vani palaka rommuna mida
Pusina Gandamu, sanda mama!
Na ariti nallala mida
Ralina tsalamma, sanda mama!

Vani sikha-lona vunnavi chikku
Taitamulu vani kuruvulu maikunda
Na kanugu etla parutunu?
Sanda mama!

Muddala Rangadu mukkera' ampinadu
Namukkera kada tisi mudd'etla peddudunn?
Sanda mama!
The creeper's tendrils clasp the river;
And shall my love's arms clasp me never
Beside the river, mother mine?
This day alone I cannot live:
A youthful husband, mother, give,
To say he loves me, mother mine!

In this dark house my youth is spent;
Ah! were a youth in pity sent
To say he loves me, mother mine!

Love's arrows lurk his form within,
My budding breasts may surely win
And bear that burden, mother mine!

'Twere sweet his manly front to deck,
And dash my bead-encircled neck
With sandal sweetness, mother mine.

Can I caress his tresses bright,
Those locks with silver wealth bedight,
Nor mar their beauty, mother mine?

He bound a jewel on my brow,
Ah! could I change that jewel now
For his dear kisses! mother mine!
These village lyrics, recorded from a single illiterate farmer, reveal the rich emotional and social life of 19th‑century Telangana. They speak of love, labour, longing, and play – themes that transcend time and remind us that the "folk" are not merely passive carriers of tradition, but active creators of a living poetry.
4. The Living Voice of Telangana – Conclusion

These poems – collected from a single illiterate farmer in the 1870s – are the same kind of songs that preserved the legend of Sardar Sarvayi Papanna Goud for over a century and a half. The epic of Papadu, though only fragmentarily recorded by Boyle, confirms that the hero of Telangana was already a celebrated ballad figure within living memory of his death.

🎵 “Vastadi, tanu, sarvayya Papadu!” – “I come, 'tis I, the mighty Papadu!”

Today, government tributes and statues honour Papanna as a Bahujan hero. But his truest monument is the oral tradition itself – the voice of the farmer drawing water, the lover singing at dusk, the children dancing under the moon. That voice, recorded by J. A. Boyle in 1874, is still alive in the villages of Telangana.

Did You Know? The Kolut stick‑dance mentioned in Boyle's collection is still performed in parts of Telangana during festivals. The names of villages like Penukonda, Lepakshi, and Peddapalem appear in the song, anchoring it in a real geographical landscape.
5. Sources & Further Reading
  • Primary Source – Boyle, J. A. "Telugu Ballad Poetry." The Indian Antiquary, A Journal of Oriental Research, Vol. III, January 1874, pp. 1‑5.
  • Digital ArchiveInternet Archive – The Indian Antiquary (1874)
  • Secondary Study – Sastry, P.V. Parabrahma. The Kakatiyas. Hyderabad, 1978. (For context on Papanna Goud and the Poligars.)
  • Folkloristics – Ramanujan, A.K. Speaking of Śiva. Penguin, 1973. (For understanding the oral tradition in South India.)
  • Telangana Movement – Various studies on the cultural memory of Bahujan heroes.

✦ This page is dedicated to the anonymous bards of Telangana – the rayats, the women at wells, the children at play – who kept history alive not in books, but in song.
✦ “A hero bold of heart must come to sue thee in thy mountain home.”