ware aaj jinhe desh ko bachpan bitti kol jawani
kade wi saanu bhagat singh di bhulni ni kurbani
chad ke suli bharat maa de jisne kasht niware
bhagat singh koli parwana kade na hind bisare
chad ke suli bharat maa de jisne kasht niware
bhagat singh koli parwana kade na hind bisare
tan tan sardar kishan singh janm jagah kar paya
thar thar dharti ambal kambe putr sherni jaya
ghuti der aajadi wali maa ka dudh pilaya

bharat maa ne leke usko aapni god bahaya
kahdi mere ksht niwari de tu mera jaya
pooja teri howe mere dukh hari je sare
bhagat singh koli parwana kade na hind bisare
chad ke sooli bharat maa de jisne kasht niware
bhagat singh koli parwana kade na hind bisare
public se kilat firangi jado banavan lage
jind nai ek nawi musibat hor jagwan lage
bhagat singh te datt unha nu maja chakhavan lage
bich asebli bam mariya sab ghabaravan lage
khabara london gore soch daudavan lage
hun na bharat kare gulami karan kamethi sare
bhagat singh koli parwana kade na hind bisare
chad ke suli bharat maa de jisne kasht niware

bhagat singh koli parwana kade na hind bisare
unha din sandars kisine goli naal udaya
katil uska bhagat singh nu gaira nu thaharaya
ek bam ka ek palda dora se sikhlaya
jhuti len gawahiya onu fansi ka hukm sunaya
unke hukm maut da khiraya mathe bach na paya
kar ke nare shera wangu inkalab de nare
bhagat singh koli parwana kade na hind bisare
unha din sandars kisine goli naal udaya
bhagat singh koli parwana kade na hind bisare

The nation’s youth, a childhood’s fleeting grace,
We’ll never forget Singh’s sacrifice, his sacred space.
He climbed the gallows, India’s pain to bear,
A moth to freedom's flame, for India, he did care.

He climbed the gallows, India’s pain to bear,
A moth to freedom's flame, for India, he did care.
From Sardar Kishan Singh's loins, a hero did appear,
The trembling earth, a lion’s cub held dear.
He drank the milk of freedom, at his mother's breast,
India's embrace, a cradle to his rest.

"My son, relieve my suffering, ease my plight,"
She pleaded, "Worship you, and banish endless night."
For all your woes, may blessings be your share,
A moth to freedom's flame, for India, he did care.
He climbed the gallows, India’s pain to bear,
A moth to freedom's flame, for India, he did care.
The foreigners' grip, a tightening snare,
A new oppression, a burden hard to bear.
Singh and Dutt arose, their justice to impart,
In the Assembly, bombs, a jolting start.
London's fear, a frantic chase,
No longer India's chains, the dawn of a new race.
The gallows bore him, India's pain to bear,
A moth to freedom's flame, for India, he did care.

The gallows bore him, India's pain to bear,
A moth to freedom's flame, for India, he did care.
Sanders fell, by a bullet’s fatal sting,
Singh was charged, the accusation did ring.
A bomb, a lesson learned, a double play,
False witnesses, a sentence, come what may.
Death's decree, no escape, no reprieve,
His spirit soared, a lion's cry, believe.
With slogans of revolution, a roaring sound,
A moth to freedom's flame, for India, he was bound.
He climbed the gallows, India’s pain to bear,
A moth to freedom's flame, for India, he did care.