mudda ye nahi hain ki main jitunaga ya harunga
mudda ye bhi nahi hain ki main jiyunga ya maar diya jaunga
mudda ye hain ki ek police afser
hone ke naate mera jo farz hain
use main imaandaari se nibha raha hu ya nahi

ek insan hone ke naate
saty ke liye saty ke vijay ke liye
main lad raha hu ya nahi
samne me vijay ho ya parajay yoddha ka dharm hain ladna
aakhri saans tak khun ke aakhri katre tak ladna
saty aur insaaf ke liye sattra sanghrsh karte rahna

The question isn't the victor's crown, or the sting of defeat's cruel art.
Nor whether breath will fill my lungs, or be ripped from my beating heart.
The question, etched upon my soul, a duty I must embrace,
As a lawman, sworn to serve, with honesty's unwavering grace.

As a man, a mortal form, beneath the sun's relentless gaze,
For truth's enduring, radiant light, through every winding maze,
Am I fighting? Am I striving? Though victory may not be mine,
The warrior's creed, in every breath, until the very end of time.

To fight, to bleed, until the last red drop, the final, fading spark,
For truth and justice, evermore, to leave my lasting mark.
A constant battle, fierce and true, against the shadows' deep embrace,
To struggle onward, evermore, with honor and unwavering grace.