When brother Bhagat Singh’s death sentence by hanging was announced
Someone told this to his fiancee in the village,
For the sake of love, she left the village saying, “Let me meet him, God”
And went straight to the Jailer, in Lahore.2
God approved her request
And the heavens let them meet
The Lion (Bhagat Singh) looked through bars, and saw a beautiful lady standing weeping
While looking at her tears he asked “who are you, lady?”
The lady replied, “King of my heart, I am your wife-to-be…
My bad luck prevailed and the weeping sea is in my heart
I will not leave you, don’t go leaving me alone
I am waiting for you since long, let my love be complete”
Bhagat Singh, the son of India, laughingly replied,
“You have misunderstood, you have been misguided…
I have already been engaged and have been satisfied
Tonight, mehndi3 will be deployed on my hands and I would look beautiful wearing sehra4
Tomorrow noon, the marriage procession5 would appear, and the wedding song would be sung
and my beloved brothers of Punjab would hold me up over their shoulders
Why are you misguided, why are you taking deep breaths?”
The lady replied, “who is that lucky girl who won you?
she didn’t feel my pain and just focused on her pain
why I’m being widowed, what’s my fault?”
Bhagat Singh answered, “My spouse is most beautiful in the world
But few people desire for her
She inspired many young men and many Kings
For her, Lala Lajpat6 sacrificed her life
For her, brother Subhas7 spent her ages in prison,
For my country, I have done sacred marriage”
Lady said, “You’ve considered death as your bride, you extinguished my lamp
My marriage has been ruined
My desires have been killed
My heart sank, I am taking deep breath
My beloved lord, take me along you”
Bhagat Singh replied, “Please don’t shed tears, oh crazy
Am I going for not to be returned again…?
You have seen, this festival of Two World’s
When the country would be liberated, we would return”
Almost the second day they hanged him
And today we are singing the Song while remembering him:
Come on my friends, let’s sing the Songs together,
The marriage procession5 is ready.
Gandhi, the just father, has organized the wedding
What an auspicious moment,8 a beautiful day!
Death is going to marry the bride,
Come to Bhagat Singh Sardar’s home.
The handcuff by the Colonialists9
Would serve as the groom’s headdress
The Colonialists did your makeup
And put on your neck the beautiful necklace.10
The beloved mother11 is crying
And shedding tears for her son
The beloved sister’s12 eyes are full of tears
She is crying blood tears.
Come on my friends, let’s…