aao ni bahno ral mil gayi re
jhanjh te huyi ek raat, nihal
maut kudi nu byahan chalya
desh bhakt sardar, nihal
faansi se takhte da hara banake
baitha ye chaukdi maar, nihal

rajguru, sukhdev sar wale
dulha bhakt sardar ni ha
paarat maane sagal hai gida
peena te peena ute aag, nihal
bhaag fadayi te tho paina nahi le
paina da rakhiya udaar, nihal

amrit veer ditiya aashisha
hans hans zindri huaal, nihal
kiti karod tere jhanjhi ve laalya
paidal te kai ne sawal, nihal

Come sisters, let us gather now,
A night of fire, blessed and bright.
To wed the maiden, Death’s embrace,
The patriot, in his final light.
A garland wrought of gallows wood,
He sits, in courage, taking flight.

Rajguru, Sukhdev, heads held high,
The bridegroom, a devoted soul.
For India’s sake, they dance and sing,
And drink the flames to make them whole.
No fear they hold, though fate may strike,
Their hearts, in generosity, enroll.

The nectar of the brave they drank,
And laughed as life began to fade.
Their legacy, a million flags,
Through countless footsteps, unafraid.
For you, O martyrs, we now ask,
What price for freedom has been paid?