uper se aag barsati thi
niche se bhi bhochahal hua
bhai se bhai vitya
vidhi ka parokop vitiyal hua
rana ka bhai ek tinka tha
fir bhi vo ek sahara tha
tinka tut kismat ko yahi sawara tha

fir bhi savtantarta ki jyoti me
fir bhi savtantarta ki jyoti me
matar bhumi ka mantar rakha
ek taraf thi chingari
ek taraf ghanghor ghata
ye sangram anokha tha
ye sangram anokha tha

From the heavens, fire descended,
While tremors rose from the earth below.
Brother turned against brother,
Wrath of fate, a bitter flow.

The Rana's brother, a fragile reed,
Yet, a haven, a solace he'd lend.
Broken, he shaped destiny's creed,
Towards freedom, he did extend.

Still within freedom's sacred light,
Still within freedom's holy flame,
Motherland's mantra, held so tight,
Whispered her ever-present name.
On one side, a spark took hold,
On the other, the tempest's dark fold,
This battle, a story untold,
This battle, a sight to behold.