teer chale talwar chale aur maut khadi tharraye
teer chale talwar chale aur maut khadi tharraye
char dishaye thar thar kape sher sa jab gurraye
gala pakad le jab paapi ka
gala pakad le jab paapi ka saans wahi tham jaye
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bal se ambar dole dharti, paaw dhare fat jawe fat jawe jawe
durjan jiske paas na aawe dushkarmi ghabrawe ghabrawe haye
ho nirbal jai jai kar kare aur durbal mahima gawe
jo bhi uske aade aawe jiwan bhar pachtawe
gala pakad le jab papi ka are saans wahi tham jaaye

ek ke maare do mar jawe aisi baan ghumawe ghumawe haye
lathi sar pe jiske baaje fut sa sar khil jawe ha sar khil jawe
are kanpati pe hath pade to hosh kabhi na aawe
aankho me jab jwaala bhadke loh bhasam ho jawe
gala pakad le jab papi ka
gala pakad le jab papi ka saans wahi tham jaye
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Arrows fly, swords clash, death itself trembles near,
Arrows fly, swords clash, and death begins to fear.
The four directions shake, trembling in their fright,
When the lion roars, claiming his right.
When he grasps the throat of the wicked,
When he grasps the throat, their breath is quickened,
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The heavens quake with his strength, the earth cracks beneath his stride,
The wicked dare not approach him, the evildoer hides.
The weak sing praises, the frail give him their praise,
Whoever crosses him will rue their days.
When he grasps the throat of the wicked, alas, their breath is stilled,

With one blow, two shall fall, such is his strike,
The stick upon the head will cause the skull to spike,
If his hand falls upon the temple, consciousness is denied,
When flames ignite within his eyes, even iron will be fried,
When he grasps the throat of the wicked,
When he grasps the throat, alas, their breath is stilled,
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