dhol baaje ho baaje nagaada
dhol baaje ho baaje nagaada
charo taraf ho ri jhil mil
izzat garg wala sherdil sherdil sherdil

dhol baaje ho baaje nagaada
dhol baaje ho baaje nagaada
charo taraf ho ri jhil mil
izzat garg wala sherdil sherdil sherdil

gaajar muli ki tarah dushman ko kaate
to shatru bole tauba tauba

gaajar muli ki tarah dushman ko kaate
to shatru bole tauba tauba
aisa yodha hamra hai ye
hua na aisa hoga
hua na aisa hoga
sherdil sherdil sherdil

baazuon mein iske toofan hai samaya
shatru ko tinko sa uda de
baazuon mein iske toofan hai samaya
shatru ko tinko sa uda de

dharti maa liye izzat behno liye
asmaan mein aag lagaade
dharti maa liye izzat behno liye
asmaan mein aag lagaade
sherdil sherdil sherdil

haathi si mast chaal megh si garajna
daudon ka seena jo kampa de
haathi si mast chaal megh si garajna
daudon ka seena jo kampa de

mangal gyan gaayein aise yodha ka
jo zaalimon ko patjhad bana de
mangal gyan gaayein aise yodha ka
jo zaalimon ko patjhad bana de
sherdil sherdil sherdil

dhol baje ho baje nagadda
dhol baje ho baje nagadda
charo taraf ho ri jhil mil
izzat garg wala sherdil sherdil sherdil

dhol baje ho baje nagadda
dhol baje ho baje nagadda
charo taraf ho ri jhil mil
izzat garg wala sherdil sherdil sherdil

Drums resound, the Nagara beats,
Drums resound, the Nagara beats,
A shimmering light on every side,
The lion heart of Izzat Garg, a pride.

Drums resound, the Nagara beats,
Drums resound, the Nagara beats,
A shimmering light on every side,
The lion heart of Izzat Garg, a pride.

Like radish and carrot, he cleaves through foes,
Their pleas of repentance, the enemy knows.
Like radish and carrot, he cleaves through foes,
Their pleas of repentance, the enemy knows.
Such a warrior, unmatched and rare,
Never before, nor will one compare,
Lion heart, lion heart, a lion's glare.

Within his arms, a tempest resides,
He scatters his foes like wind-blown tides.
Within his arms, a tempest resides,
He scatters his foes like wind-blown tides.

For Mother Earth, for sisters' grace,
He sets the heavens ablaze, leaving his trace.
For Mother Earth, for sisters' grace,
He sets the heavens ablaze, leaving his trace.
Lion heart, lion heart, a lion's embrace.
Elephantine stride, the thunder's roar,
He makes the bravest of hearts implore.
Elephantine stride, the thunder's roar,
He makes the bravest of hearts implore.

Songs of praise, the bards will sing,
For the warrior who makes oppressors swing,
Songs of praise, the bards will sing,
For the warrior who makes oppressors swing.
Lion heart, lion heart, a lion's spring.
Drums resound, the Nagara beats,
Drums resound, the Nagara beats,
A shimmering light on every side,
The lion heart of Izzat Garg, a pride.

Drums resound, the Nagara beats,
Drums resound, the Nagara beats.