Netaji,
You are forever immortal in the hearts of Indians;
You built India's freedom struggle with your own hands.
You uttered the unmistakable words of freedom with a lofty voice,
From Japan to Germany shook with that thunder.
You fooled the eyes of the British, you did not bow your head;
You are an eternal fighter, a strong soldier, an eternal hero.
Sometimes you are Ziauddin, sometimes Subhas;
You have coloured the sky of India in the colour of freedom.
You have won the precious hearts of Indians,
There was indomitable courage in your heart, there was no fear.
You built a mighty Azad-Hind army,
The whole of India will be forever indebted to you.
Wonder still surrounds your disappearance,
You are forever invincible, immortal, eternal.

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