With daggers drawn and swords clashed of steel With dauntless courage and linked suffering for feel The merciful warrior forwarded amid fight and pity For both his friends and foes Now drenched in bloods of futility. Frets and fears of egoism now laid aside His only concern now became To fight for the liberty of his mind Not for diversions or for abandoned castled dearth Not for the prized glory in the eyes of the world. Driven to edge for his hatred of tyranny He showered his message of dignity for all sundry His hand extended for support without caste or creeds Amid sanctity of sufferings and all hallowed deeds. Scribing Bachittar Natak his dramatic verse Wondrous play of nature amid works of divine Worlds of action or of contemplation Beyond the little thine or mine In jungles of Trai & Machiwara his tortures confined. Here where men hate and taste blood in consummation Indifference in ignorance of vultured eliminations Great loss of innocents of his sons he endured Among bitter smites but his poise he secured The Sant Sipahi then reluctantly took to his sword To defend dignity of Hind against marauding hordes.