Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa,
Oh, oh, oh, Gangwa, simple, pure of heart,
Guardian of the villages, he,
Who scattered flowers for others,
Wore thorns upon his own skin.
In every heart, his dwelling place,
To speak of him, what is his name?
Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa, ho, ho.
Through the jungle, a woman passed,
A lioness appeared, and charged,
In fear, the woman cried, "Gangwa!"
At the name, the lion fled,
Caring not for chase or coming,
Whose work it is to save others.
To speak of him, what is his name?
Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa, ho, ho.
Like a tempest, he struck,
Robbing the robbers,
From the rich, he took, to give to the poor.
Neither Hindu nor Muslim, he,
Humanity, his only faith,
Humanity, his only faith,
Love, his only message.
To speak of him, what is his name?
Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa, ho, ho.
The police could not hold him,
Bullets could not stop him,
A single flower stayed his steps,
A tiny life, he saved,
Risking his own, in peril.
Risking his own, in peril,
Familiar with dangers.
To speak of him, what is his name?
Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa, ho, ho.
Simple, pure of heart,
Dweller of the villages, he,
Who scattered flowers for others,
Wore thorns upon his own skin.
In every heart, his dwelling place,
To speak of him, what is his name?
Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa, ho, ho.
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