Enough of peace, enough of sighs And all those teary eyes..

When the Arya fought the traitors of Magadha,
I was in his hand to destroy them.
And when the Rana thought he had enough,
I helped him create that mayhem.

The Maratha did not think twice,
To annihilate the enemy to pieces.
I was with him all the time,
when he reduced them to ashes.

Though the Rani martyred later,
Her right hand never deserted me.
Death or defeat does not matter,
I am the honor of every army.

Bring that Danda, bring that Bhagawa,
And forget not the words of the cowboy.
For, today is the day of reckoning
And you got no time to cry.

You are the sons of the soil,
Who always restored the Dharma
O friend doesn’t your blood boil ,
When I am idle without my Karma.