1. I am in the war, obscure
In location, helping the poor

2. Wherever the caller calls
In the darkness of the battlefields I am seen

3. With my sword and spear
Witnessing my actions

4. That I stab my enemy
While he's dreaming of heavens

5. I make him drink the cup of death
And read it to him up close

6. I ignite the fire with my heroism
And supply it with my spears

7. I am a fierce lion
None other in creation compares to me

8. The spear was created for my palm
And the Indian sword for me

9. And in the cradle with me
Comforting me on my chest

10. So when the ground turns
Into a rose like red dye

11. And the blood flows on it
Its color a deep red

12. And I see the horses plunging
On the rocky plains

13. Give me a drink, not from a cup
But from blood like purple

14. Let me hear the sound of spears
Pleasantly entertaining me

15. The most beautiful sound to me
Is the pleasant sound of the Indian sword

16. And the loud whistling of spears
In the battle on the day of stabbing

17. And the screaming of the people in it
Caused by the strikes of the valiant