(Kajri)
Our countrymen are in revolt, O Sanwaria.
Dark clouds have gathered, O Sanwaria.
In fifty seven they rose against their thraldom.
(Kajri)
Our countrymen are in revolt, O Sanwaria.
Dark clouds have gathered, O Sanwaria.
In fifty seven they rose against their thraldom.
Men and women, everyone stirred for freedom.
Soaked with blood are their garments, O Sanwaria.
Deserted are their chambers, O Sanwaria.
Our countrymen are in revolt, O Sanwaria.
The first spark was kindled by the Bengal battalion,
Like wild fire it rolled from region to region.
The vault of tyranny broke down, O Sanwaria.
The skulls of Firangis rolled on, O Sanwaria.
In old Bahadur Shah, once more youth was resurgent.
Old Kunwar Singh, Nana and Tantiya valiant.
Leaders of bloodiest battles, O Sanwaria.
Tearing their enemies to smithereens, O Sanwaria.
Lacs of heads rolled on yet their hearts knew no mercy.
O who could describe it what naked brutality.
Where lies deliverance from this plight, O Sanwaria.
O Lord, when shall you appear to undo this wrong,
O Sanwaria.