Amar Shaheed Mangal Pandey!

The roar of the lion was the sword of freedom.

These were mountains like the freedom movement.

The country was writhing in the fetters of slavery,

Those who bathed in the blood of the firangis were red.

Behold the sacrifice on the sacrifice of freedom,

There was lava in the eyes, these were the times of the British.

The flames of revolution blazed with the bullets of revolution,

Pandey was a torch in the havan-kund of freedom.

The tricolor was waving from such battlefields,

These were the young men who laid down their lives on their homeland.

Those fighters who saved the bravery of the ancestors,

How great was the high of the country to always keep your head.

Dropped blood at the feet of Mother India,

The spear, the kirpan, the teg, the dagger, they were daggers.

The people who were sleeping woke him up.

This revolutionary had such pure thoughts.

Cow, pig fat fired from cartridges,

Mangal Pandey had made blood his steely,

Immortal martyr, whoever is punished for sacrificing the path,

Mangal Pandey was the first plant of freedom was planted.