Woe is me, oh Bhagat Singh, oh
For us today to the gallows you go
Woe is me, oh Rajguru, oh!
O Brave One, battling in the national war you go!
Ah woe! But to you kudos!
In today's woe is victory tomorrow II
He will the glory crown wear
Who first will the Crown of Death bear!
To bear those weapons ourselves we prepare
Ones t'death you used on the enemy in warfare!
Is there anywhere such a foe?
Who the purity of your brave goal not salute so II
Ah, O Martyrs, adieu, adieu!
Those of us left behind testify to an oath here!
In this fierce warfare dear
We shall fight and surely win, never fear!
Woe is me, oh Bhagat Singh, oh!
[This is a translation by Anurupa Cinar, Savarkar's original, 'Ha Bhagatsingh, Haay Ha, ' is in Marathi.]
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