Wednesday, November 22, 2006
I, not a woman, by his side,
I, a warrior, ready to die.
Tearing the air with victory cry,
To the battlefield, together we ride.
He astride horse of purest white.
Above us, Chittia Baz in fight.
Steel blades flashing sharp and bright,
We fell our enemies left and right.
Watching over him day and night,
I never let him far from sight.
To shield him from all pain and strife
Now and forever, I shall try.
His throne the earth, his crown the sky,
To his mission, I give my life.
Guru Gobind Singh, great King, on high,
Your humble servant, Mai Bhago, am I
Guru Gobind Singh, great King, on high,
Your Humble Servant, Mai Bhago, am I.
I, a warrior, ready to die.
Tearing the air with victory cry,
To the battlefield, together we ride.
He astride horse of purest white.
Above us, Chittia Baz in fight.
Steel blades flashing sharp and bright,
We fell our enemies left and right.
Watching over him day and night,
I never let him far from sight.
To shield him from all pain and strife
Now and forever, I shall try.
His throne the earth, his crown the sky,
To his mission, I give my life.
Guru Gobind Singh, great King, on high,
Your humble servant, Mai Bhago, am I
Guru Gobind Singh, great King, on high,
Your Humble Servant, Mai Bhago, am I.
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