Bakhtiyar, your horses
Could have done nothing
Had the people of Hindustan
Been Hindus been united,
Had the people been,
They would have taught a lesson
To you
And your fanaticism!
How barbaric and brutal and bloody
Had you been,
Just think you
That destroyed you
An ancient monastery,
A seat of learning,
How uneducated and illiterate
Had you been, Bakhtiyar!
Bakhtiyar, it is easy to win territories
As a looter, a plunderer,
A goon and a dacoit,
An intruder, an invader,
But not as a king of hearts
Winning the heart,
Bakhtiyar,
Ho w bloody, brutal and bloody
Had you been!
Bakhtiyar, how nomadic and wandering
Had you been,
How bigoted and cruel
And unholy,
A foreigner who could not
The spirit of India,
Bloody bastard, Bakhtiyar!
Religious fanaticism is not the all
That we expected
From you,
Religious blindness, ,
Religious bigotry
Never did we appreciate it, Bakhtiyar,
Destroying Vikramshila,
Blackly spotted you your forehead!
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