The Feringhis have looted the country and laid it waste
The people are harassed greatly, O People;
They have taken all the riches of India,
And have sent them to England, O People;
These dacoits are looting us day and night,
The poor cultivators are starving, O People;
Good pay is paid to the White-man
To eat drink and be merry, O People;
All the rest soldiers, Sikhs or Muslims
Have only grams to eat, O People;
The white men shrink back on the battlefield,
Standing at a safe distance they issue orders, O People;
To fight and get killed, we are pushed to the front,
In Egypt, Africa and Persia, O People;
The English are not a great power,
Fight and defeat them, O People;
When will ye, Khalsa draw the sword?
And slay the White-man, O People;
Make preparation for mutiny soon
To destroy the rule of the tyrants, O People.