The time of recompense is upon us,
Badri's shrine shines brightly amidst the mountains,
the widows shriek out of bloodlust,
my young ones why won't you march!
Have you forgotten my brothers,
the humiliation we wrought about the Mongol sultan,
do you not remember,
how we made the ganges flow red with Turkic blood!
Abandon your farms and abandon your jobs,
pick up a weapon wherever you find it,
the way of the slaughter is our certain path!
Spit on the cowardice of the Lords of Hind!
Emigrate to the abode of Badri where your brothers assemble,
repulse the hindvi, butcher the Mussalman, and be wrathful towards the Gurkha!