The soil of the nation calls,
Echoes the cry of freedom's thrall.
Come, ye who for the nation die,
Come, ye who death's defiance try.
Come, ye who for the nation die,
Come, ye who death's defiance try.
The sun's fierce spirit now ablaze,
The ocean boils in surging haze.
The mountains and the plains resound,
Maharashtra's hallowed ground.
Come, ye who death's defiance try,
Come, ye who for the nation die.
Come, ye who death's defiance try.
The swords, for ages, thirst and yearn,
Let arrows and sharp daggers burn.
Their thirst will only blood appease,
Their thirst will only blood appease.
Come, ye who death's defiance try,
Come, ye who for the nation die.
Come, ye who death's defiance try.
In this despised slavery's hold,
To die is better, brave and bold.
For freedom's sake, who meet their end,
A true son, on his mother depend.
Gird your loins, and raise your steel,
Show the valor you reveal.
Come, ye who death's defiance try,
Come, ye who for the nation die.
Come, ye who death's defiance try.
The soil of the nation calls,
Echoes the cry of freedom's thrall.
Come, ye who for the nation die,
Come, ye who death's defiance try.
Come, ye who for the nation die,
Come, ye who death's defiance try.
Come, ye who for the nation die,
Come, ye who death's defiance try.
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