Revolution is being inscribed on the Indian streets anew,
The soul of Bhagat Singh has arrived to destroy the dictatorial drumbeat.
The mutinous masses are not scared of the cowardly gunshots,
Like the pristine and fresh flower of revolution,
They are here to spread the fragrance of liberatory thoughts.
The rebellious should courageously face the brute batons,
Wielded by people who are shameless and shallow;
They should remember the fearlessness with which Bhagat Singh went to the gallows.
It’s time that we tell the supreme commanders of democracy
That no longer can we live as petrified puppets,
No longer can we be tied to your ruthless strings
Because in us, resides Bhagat Singh.