large measure of moral disquisitions and reflections, and the praises of this deity or that, is little known to the ryots and the Mavalis of Maharashtra, and that it would not command their attention or admiration if it were known... In Maharashtra, where the immense majority of the peasantry can neither read nor write, it is a mere truism to say that the literature of their country is absolutely unknown to them.[1] It is not to be supposed, however, that they are without a poetry of their own. With the Marathas, the feelings of the commons have taken shape in the ballads, which are the genuine embodiment of national enthusiasm... Over the plains of the Deccan, and the deep valleys and bold ridges of the Sahyadris, from village to village, the humble Gondhali (minstrel) still travels, and still to rapt and excited audiences sings of the great days when the armed fathers of the men around him gave laws at the spear's point to all the princes of India, or retreated wounded and dismayed before the sword of the sea-dwelling stranger." (Acworth and Shaligram, Powadas, i and ii.) But this national ballad literature was the creation of the age of Shivaji and his successors.
Not only was their literature poor, but their popular spoken tongue was a rough practical speech,
- ↑ But the entire mass of legends and traditions of the race was the common property of all classes of people throughout the land and gave them cultural homogeneity.
