aarambh hai prachand bol mastakon ke jhund
aaj jung ki ghadi ki tum guhaar do

aarambh hai prachand bol mastakon ke jhund
aaj jung ki ghadi ki tum guhaar do
aan baan shaan ya ki jaan ka ho daan aaj
ik dhanush ke baan pe utaar do
aarambh hai prachand bol mastakon ke jhund
aaj jung ki ghadi ki tum guhaar do
aan baan shaan ya ki jaan ka ho daan aaj
ik dhanush ke baan pe utaar do
aarambh hai prachand

mann kare so praan de, jo mann kare so praan le
wahi toh ek sarvshaktimaan hai
mann kare so praan de, jo mann kare so praan le
wahi toh ek sarvshaktimaan hai
vishv ki pukaar hai yeh bhaagwat ka saar hai
ki yuddh hi veer ka pramaan hai
kauravo ki bheed ho ya, paandavo ka nid ho
jo lad saka hai woh hi toh mahaan hai
jit ki hawas nahi, kisi pe koyi vash nahi
kya jindagi hai thokaro pe maar do
maut ant hai nahi toh maut se bhi kyun dare
jaake aasmaan mein dahaad do
aarambh hai prachand bol mastakon ke jhund
aaj jung ki ghadi ki tum guhaar do
aan baan shaan ya ki jaan ka ho daan aaj
ik dhanush ke baan pe utaar do
aarambh hai prachand

woh daya ka bhaav ya ki shaurya ka chunaav
ya ki haar ka woh ghaanv tum yeh soch lo
woh daya ka bhaav ya ki shaurya ka chunaav
ya ki haar ka woh ghaanv tum yeh soch lo
yaa ki pure bhaal par jala rahe vijay ka laal
laal yeh gullal tum soch lo
rang kesari ho ya mridang kesari ho
ya ki kesari ho taal tum yeh soch lo

jis kavi ki kalpana mein jindagi ho prem geet
uss kavi ko aaj tum nakaar do
bhigati maso mein aaj, phulati ragon mein aaj
jo aag ki lapat ka tum bakhaar do
aarambh hai prachand bol mastakon ke jhund
aaj jung ki ghadi ki tum guhaar do
aan baan shaan ya ki jaan ka ho daan aaj
ik dhanush ke baan pe utaar do
aarambh hai prachand, aarambh hai prachand
aarambh hai prachand

The tempest begins, a chorus of brave heads,
Summon the hour of battle now, raise your cries.

The tempest begins, a chorus of brave heads,
Summon the hour of battle now, raise your cries.
Honor, arrow, glory, or the offering of life itself,
On the arrow of the bow, cast your fate.
The tempest begins, a chorus of brave heads,
Summon the hour of battle now, raise your cries.
Honor, arrow, glory, or the offering of life itself,
On the arrow of the bow, cast your fate.
The tempest begins.

The soul may give life, or the soul may take life,
That is the only one, all-powerful.
The soul may give life, or the soul may take life,
That is the only one, all-powerful.
The world's plea, the essence of the Bhagavad Gita,
That war is the hero's testament.
Be it the Kauravas' throng, or the Pandavas' nest,
He who fights is the true hero.
No greed for victory, no control over anyone,
What is life but a dance on stones, strike it down.
Death arrives, why fear it then?
Go and roar in the heavens.
The tempest begins, a chorus of brave heads,
Summon the hour of battle now, raise your cries.
Honor, arrow, glory, or the offering of life itself,
On the arrow of the bow, cast your fate.
The tempest begins.

That sentiment of compassion, or the choice of valor,
Or the wound of defeat, ponder this.
That sentiment of compassion, or the choice of valor,
Or the wound of defeat, ponder this.
Or on the whole arm, ignite the red of victory,
Consider this crimson, this vermillion.
Whether the hue is saffron, or the drum's saffron beat,
Or the Desi tune, consider this rhythm.

In whose poems, life is a love song,
Reject that poet, set him ablaze.
In the ink-soaked pages, in the veins that swell today,
Spread the flames of fire you must.
The tempest begins, a chorus of brave heads,
Summon the hour of battle now, raise your cries.
Honor, arrow, glory, or the offering of life itself,
On the arrow of the bow, cast your fate.
The tempest begins, the tempest begins,
The tempest begins.