SARFAROSHI!

IN THE IMMORTAL WORDS OF SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH

Sarfaroshi kii tamannaa ab hamaare dil mein hai

Dekhnaa hai zor kitnaa baazu-e-qaatil mein hai

Ek se karataa nahin kyon dusaraa kuchh baat-cheet
Dekhtaa hun main jise woh chup teri mehfil mein hai

Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere oopar nisaar
Ab teri himmat ka charchaa gair kii mehfil mein hai

Sarfaroshi kii tamannaa ab hamaare dil mein hai
Dekhnaa hai zor kitnaa baazu-e-qaatil mein hai

Waqt aane de bataa denge tujhe aye aasamaan
Hum abhii se kyaa bataayen kyaa hamaare dil mein hai

Kheench kar laayee hai sab ko qatl hone ki ummeed
Aashiqon ka aaj jamaghat koonch-e-qaatil mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Dekhnaa hai zor kitnaa baazu-e-qaatil mein hai

Hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak mein baithaa udhar
Aur hum taiyyaar hain seena liye apnaa idhar

Khoon se khelenge holi gar vatan muskhil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamannaa ab hamaare dil mein hai

Haath jin mein ho junoon katate nahin talvaar se
Sar jo uth jaate hain vo jhukate nahin lalakaar se

Aur bhadakegaa jo sholaa-saa hamaare dil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamannaa ab hamaare dil mein hai

Hum to nikale hii the ghar se baandhakar sar pe kafan
Jaan hatheli par liye lo barh chale hain ye qadam

Zindagi to apnii mehamaan maut ki mehfil mein hai
Sarfaroshi ki tamannaa ab hamaare dil mein hai

Yuun khadaa maqtal mein qaatil kah rahaa hai baar-baar
Kya tamannaa-e-shahaadat bhi kisee ke dil mein hai

Dil mein tuufaanon ki toli aur nason mein inqilaab
Hosh dushman ke udaa denge hamein roko na aaj

Duur rah paaye jo hamse dam kahaan manzil mein hai
Sarfaroshi kii tamannaa ab hamaare dil mein hai

Jism bhi kya jism hai jisamein na ho khoon-e-junoon
Kya wo toofaan se lade jo kashti-e-saahil mein hai

Chup khade hain aaj saare bhai mere khaamosh hain
Na karo to kuchh kaho mazhab mera mushkil mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamannaa ab hamaare dil mein hai
Dekhanaa hai zor kitnaa baaju-e-qaatil mein hai

The desire for sacrifice is now in our hearts
We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemy.

O country, Why does no other speaks?
Whoever I see, is gathered quiet in your party...

O martyr of country, of nation, I submit myself to thee
For yet even the unacquainted speaks of thy courage

The desire for struggle is in our hearts
We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemies.

When the time comes, we shall show thee, O heaven
For why should we tell thee now, what lurks in our hearts?

We are pulled to service, by the hope of martyrdom
The gathering of the lovers for martyrdom is in the house of the enemy

The desire for struggle is in our hearts
We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemies.

Armed does the enemy sit, ready to attack on that side
Ready too are we, our bosoms thrust out to him on this side

With blood we shall play Holi, if our nation is in need
The desire for struggle is in our hearts

No sword can sever hands that have the heat of battle within,
No threat can bow heads that have risen so

Even furthermore will rise the flame that is inside us
and the desire for struggle is in our hearts

We set out from our homes, our heads shrouded with cloth(our body bag),
Holding our lives in our hands, do we march so

In our assembly of death, life is now but a guest
The desire for struggle is in our hearts

Stands the enemy in the gallows thus, asking,
Does anyone has a wish for martyrdom?

With a host of storms in our heart, and with revolution in our breath,
We shall knock the enemy cold, and no one shall stop us

What guts does our destination has, to stay away from us
The desire for struggle is in our hearts

What good is a body that does not have passionate blood,
How can a boat tied to shore contest with storms over wild seas

The desire for struggle is in our hearts,
We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemies.