Freedom, Democracy

Oh freedom sun,
Thrust in darkness,

Democracy will cure the wounds,
Which emerge from your blood-stained soil.
Oh saddened nation,
Fight your antagonists.

Take revenge for your martyrs,
On the enemy of democracy and woman.
We shall bring through a bullet,
Through blood and smoke
We shall bring the dawn of freedom,
The morn of democracy.

Meena's flag on the shoulders of women
Who will sing she is our pride
Oh People, arise
Fight the enemies of democracy
In revenge for the blood of your beloved martyrs
And as a message for your fighters.