Don't take me Delhi ... make the throne for my pyre right here ... keep my face pointing towards the enemy when you burn me ... I haven't learnt to show my back to the enemy ... keep my weapons next to me ... put the holy water in my mouth ... keep shouting "Bole So Nihal" (whoever utters, shall be fulfilled) ... I'll fight even after dying, don't have the death ceremony for me

The dream of the enemies desire will never be fulfilled ... let' see how can they cross the border of India

I'm armour for the victims, I'm time for the enemies ... the world shakes with my voice, I'm that son of Guru Gobind Singh

Hair, inner shorts, iron bangle, knife and comb are the signs of Sikhs ... you guys will keep looking for Pakistan on the map

With enmity and hatred you draw lines on the ground ... not on the hearts

The one who is brave, he fights for the justice of everyone ... he may get cut into pieces and die, but he won't leave the battlefield