এসেছে সে এক দিন ese‧chhe se ek din লক্ষ পরানে শঙ্কা না জানে lok‧Sh po‧ra‧ne shoNg‧ka na ja‧ne না রাখে কাহারো ঋণ। na ra‧khe ka‧ha‧rO rriN. জীবন মৃত্যু পায়ের ভৃত্য, jI‧bo‧n mrrit‧Yu pa‧yer bhrrit‧Yo, চিত্ত ভাবনাহীন। chit‧to bha‧bo‧na‧hIn. পঞ্চনদীর ঘিরি দশ তীর poNG‧cho‧no‧dIr ghi‧ri do‧sh tIr এসেছে সে এক দিন। ese‧chhe se ek din.
বন্দা তখন বামবাহুপাশ bon‧da to‧kho‧n ba‧mo‧ba‧hu‧pash জড়াইল তার গলে, jo‧Ra‧il tar go‧le, দক্ষিণ করে ছেলের বক্ষে dok‧ShiN ko‧re chhe‧ler bok‧She ছুরি বসাইল বলেড্ড chhu‧ri bo‧sa‧il bo‧leD‧D 'গুরুজির জয়' কহিয়া বালক 'gu‧ru‧jir joy' ko‧hi‧ya ba‧lo‧k লুটালো ধরণীতলে। lu‧Ta‧lO dho‧ro‧NI‧to‧le. সভা হল নিস্তব্ধ so‧bha ho‧l nis‧tob‧dho বন্দার দেহ ছিঁড়িল ঘাতক bon‧dar deho chhin^‧Ril gha‧to‧k সাঁড়াশি করিয়া দগ্ধ। san^‧Ra‧shi ko‧ri‧ya dog‧dho. স্থির হয়ে বীর মরিল, না করি' sthir hoye bIr mo‧ril, na ko‧ri' একটি কাতর শব্দ। eko‧Ti ka‧to‧r shob‧do. দর্শনজন মুদিল নয়ন, dor‧sho‧no‧jo‧n mu‧dilo noyo‧n, সভা হল নিস্তব্ধ। so‧bha ho‧l nis‧tob‧dho.
On the banks of the five rivers, Up rise the Sikhs spontaneous; With hair coiled above their head Inspired by the Mantra their Guru spread Fearless and unyielding….. 'Glory to Guruji' – thousands of them Resound the horizon; At the rising sun of the dawn The Sikhs stare with deep emotion With new awakening.
'Alakha Niranjan!' (means 'Holy Spotless'= God) The war cry of the rebellion; Let loose their chivalry; On their ribs clank swords luminary; In wild joy was Punjab's insurrection 'Alakha Niranjan!'
There came a day, Thousands of hearts were on their way Without any binding or fear, Life and death at their feet slaves mere, Their minds fearless; There on the banks of those rivers The tale of that day still shivers.
At the tower of the Delhi palace, Where the Sikhs are apace – The Badshajada's (*) drowsy spell (*= Emperor) Time and again they quell; Whose voices there, the dark sky tear? Whose torches set the horizon afire?
On the banks of the rivers five, For supreme sacrifice was their dive, Unleashed there was the flood Of the devotees' blood. From thousands of hearts torn apart For destination divine in their lark – The heroes putting their sacred blood mark On the forehead of their motherland There around the five rivers so dear and grand.
In the Mughol and Sikh battle Their embrace to each other throttle Like the fight between the eagle and snake, Deep bruises one to the other did make. In the fierce fight of that day – In blood craze 'Din Din' the Mughols bay, 'Glory to Guruji' – was the Sikh's commotion In their divine devotion.
At Gurudaspur castle When Banda was captured amidst all bustle In the hands of the Turani troop, As if a lion fettered with his group; To capital Delhi they were taken, Alas, at Gurudaspur Banda was beaten!
The Mughol soldiers march ahead, Kicking up the road dust in sneer, Hoisting the Sikh's chopped head At the blade of their spear. Follow them Sikhs seven hundred, Tinkles their chain, Throng people on the road widespread, Windows open – a glimpse they fain, 'Glory to Guruji', the Sikhs roar, For fear of life none is sore, Sikhs with the Mughols to-day, Stormed the Delhi road all in gay.
Started the scurry, For lead in the carnage was their hurry; They line up at the dawn Defiant till their execution. 'Glory to Guruji' was their slogan Until they were done.
Thus over a week, The arena turned bleak; With seven hundred lives gone – Upon the martyrs' immortalization. On the last round of cruelty Banda was ordered by the Kazi (=judge) To kill his own son, At ease to be done. In mere teen was the boy, With hands tied thrown as a toy Into the lap of Banda and without a word He drew him close to his heart. For a while he put his hand on his head, Just once kissed his turban red.
He then draws his dagger, Whispers in the child's ear – 'Glory be to Guruji – fear not my son' A virile in the boy's face did burn – In his juvenile voice the court did ring 'Glory to Guruji' as he did sing.
With his left hand Banda held the boy, With right struck the dagger in his ploy, 'Glory be to Guruji', was all he did implore As he took to the floor. Silence fell in the court, Guruji's inspiration still not abort. Then with tong red hot Banda's body was pieced apart; A word of moan he uttered not And all in calm did he depart. As stopped his heart throb Witnesses closed eyes – silence choked pin drop.