Who knows who gave what
Make aware of your thoughts.
It took so much life and blood,
That time when the body seems like a flood.
For us to give freedom, they lost their day
So many sacrifices, and their family was taken away.
They endured all the pain without thinking of themselves
They shout out loud if not now, then Someone else,
Uncountable lives were given up for one soil
In their love for the motherland, they showed their toil.
Courage and weaponry skills only work in war
They decided that their children should not be slaves anymore,
The rebellion started with a small spark goes door to door.
Enfield P-53 rifle-musket first bullet, which breaks the enemy core.
Hanging only traps the body that will hang the flying dream.
Mangal mangal mangal mangal he lives life to the extreme,
The springing tiger whose roar is long and rage
With fairness and vociferousness, he owns so many stages.
Give your blood, I will buy your freedom
Those who knew the country abroad also died for the same reason,
They cannot kill ideas by crushing a single soul;
Yet he made his message clear: “Inquilab Zindabad”—the revolution’s call.
For who would choose to die so young, or sacrifice themselves for no call?
Still, with a smile through tear-filled eyes, he stood courageous before all.
Facing the enemy freely, he doesn’t have even a little fear.
He placed land close to his heart, and his shout spread out far and near.
He was free and remained free and died free.
The only man beyond everyone’s grasp; he roars like the sea.
The desire for goodness and freedom in their hearts
He sees Bismil as a role model and shows his art.
To show the kindness he holds there, he played a martyr role.
Till the last breath, only one wish to see one’s own land, own sky, own control.
Fully sharp swords in both hands fought a lot like manly.
She never said, “Why should I?” Her bravery showed that women can be.
One-fourth of the army, where everyone happily wants to die.
The only queen who fights so brightly for her sacrificed heart goes cry,
Everything is scattered; this heaven too is dying,
The truth remains untold; now all of them are lying.
Become a human, then humanity will happen by itself
I’m not telling the story; it’s true. I ask you, where do you see yourself?
Beautifully Penned by Moshin Ansari
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