Hum shor nahi karte ... seedha shikaar karte hai

I don't make noise ... I directly hunt

Sher nahi raha lekin chhaava abhi bhi jungle mein ghoom raha hai

The lion is no longer alive, but the lion's cub is still roaming around in the jungle

Vishwas aapka saath hai toh yudh lage tyohaar

If you have faith on your side then even a war feels like a festival

Maut ke ghunghroo pehenke naachte hai hum ... hamari maut Marathon ke har ghar ek naya Shiva, ek naya Samba pehda karegi ... lekin jab tu marega tab yeh teri Mughal sultanat bhi mar jayegi

I dance wearing the anklets of death ... and my death will give birth to a new Shiva, a new Samba in every Maharashtrian house ... but with your death your Mughal empire will also die