Awake, awake, if not now, then when will you rise?
When the mother's lap is desolate, will you open your eyes?
Oh, my beloved, arise, oh, my beloved, arise,
Take courage, take courage,
Oh, my beloved.
In this hour of peril, grasp your mother's hand,
Oh, my beloved.
Your bodies wounded, faces weary and drawn,
Unaware are you of your mother's plight, forlorn.
How will you face me? Act with honor and pride,
Oh, my beloved.
Why should she, who bore so many sons, suffer such pain?
My time of sorrow, cast it away, remove this stain.
From the heartless foes, my vengeance be sought,
Oh, my beloved.
I shall not forgive a coward's deed,
My blessings are with you, have no fear, indeed.
Victory is yours, with the Lord's name on your tongue,
Oh, my beloved.
Draw your swords, advance, chest held high,
Stake your life for India's honor, don't be shy.
Wrap shrouds on your heads, take your mother's blessing,
Oh, my beloved.
Until you quench the fiery flames' might,
Until you banish the shadows of sorrow and the night,
Rest is forbidden, this is my command,
Oh, my beloved, arise!
Take courage, take courage,
Oh, my beloved.
In this hour of peril, grasp your mother's hand,
Oh, my beloved.
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