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Lyrics of Kheloge Kaun Sa Khel Mere Lal - खेलोगे कौन सा खेल मेरे लाल हो मेरे लाल
kheloge kaun sa khel mere lal ho mere lal
kheloge kaun sa khel mere lal ho mere lal
desh ke sipahi ka ho desh ke sipahi ka
desh ke sipahi ka ho desh ke sipahi ka
hum aage badhte jayenge
hum dukh se ladte jayenge
hum aage badhte jayenge
hum dukh se ladte jayenge
bech denge ye khilone
bech denge ye khilone
le lenge talwari dhar
le lenge talwari dhar
kheloge kaun sa khel mere lal ho mere lal
desh ke sipahi ka ho desh ke sipahi ka
jo bhi aage aayega apne muh ki khayega
jo bhi aage aayega apne muh ki khayega
dushman humara taal banega
dushman humara taal banega
hum banenge dushman ke kaal
hum banenge dushman ke kaal
kheloge kaun sa khel mere lal ho mere lal
jurm ki tabahi ka ho hind ki aazadi ka
jurm ki tabahi ka ho hind ki aazadi ka
aazadi ko rakhna hai
aazadi ko rakhna hai
desh ki seva karna hai
desh ki seva karna hai
hum saput hai hum hi karenge
hum saput hai hum hi karenge
maa ki god nihal
maa ki god nihal
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Kheloge Kaun Sa Khel Mere Lal
What game will you play, my crimson child, my child?
What game will you play, my crimson child, my child?
The soldier's game, for the nation's heart,
The soldier's game, for the nation's heart.
We shall surge forth, ever onward,
We shall wrestle with sorrow, forever strong.
We shall cast aside these trinkets,
We shall cast aside these trinkets,
And grasp the blade's keen gleam.
And grasp the blade's keen gleam.
What game will you play, my crimson child, my child?
The soldier's game, for the nation's heart.
Whoever dares to rise against us,
Shall taste the bitter fruits of their own defiance.
Our foe shall be the anvil,
Our foe shall be the anvil,
And we, the hammer, striking true.
And we, the hammer, striking true.
What game will you play, my crimson child, my child?
Of the destruction of injustice, for India's liberty's fire.
We must guard our freedom,
We must guard our freedom,
To serve the land, our sacred vow.
To serve the land, our sacred vow.
We are the sons, we are the doers,
We are the sons, we are the doers,
To bring joy to the mother's embrace.
To bring joy to the mother's embrace.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
