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    Insaaf ka Khoon
    (Murder of Justice)

    (Extracts from pamphlet in Urdu entitled ‘Insaf ka Khoon’, printed at the Narindra Electric Press, Lyalepur, edited and published by Pandit Shivlal ‘Bismil’, journalist, Lyalepur)

    Long live Revolution
    - Long Live Revolution
    - Unparalleled Revolution
    - Unparalleled Revolution
    - Revolution! Revolution!

    On this side heads for the sacrifice
    - And enthusiasm to add,
    - From that side tyranny.
    - On this side silence,
    - Revolution in silence
    - Long live Revolution
    - Revolution! Revolution!

    On that side baton. Practice
    - On this side indifference,
    - On that side mischief-making (and) excessive bragging
    - On this side melting of hearts.
    - On that side acts of high-handedness
    - It is their doings that will bring about Revolution.
    - Revolution! Revolution!

    On that side acts of oppression
    - On this side starvation
    - Source of aspirations.
    - Are these revolutionaries
    - Who put up with rigours?
    - Revolution demands rigours
    - Revolution! Revolution!

    When Bhagat singh, Sukhdev and Raj Guru have
    - Sacrificed themselves for the nation.
    - Many a man will come to ascend the gallows
    - Without fear and anxiety.

    We want a Revolution
    - But fight shy of rigours,
    - Revolution of the youth.
    - Glorious Revolution.
    - The Russian Revolution.
    - Asia’s Revolution.
    - This Revolution of India,
    - Is the Revolution of the world.
    - That too was a Revolution
    - This too is a Revolution
    - Revolution from every side.
    - Behold the Revolution is coming,
    - Long live revolution.
    - Revolution! Revolution!

    LONG LIVE REVOLUTION


    The Duty of the True in India
    (Statement I)
    BOMBAY—from Mauji newspaper of Karachi, 26th May, 1932.

    O ye Indians, rise against slavery,
    O youth, Mother is shedding tears
    And calls you to the field.

    The Firangis have spread out
    A big snare of ignorance
    Destroyed the fertile garden of Bharat.

    Hearing the lamentations of the starving brethren
    The stony heart melts.
    Defame not the name of India like cowards, give life
    Like Bhagat Singh, Raj Singh, Sukhdev.

    (They) Taught the Tension of heroism to everyone
    - and then went to the execution ground.

    Now the innocent are suffering in Jail
    The award of patriotism is gallows
    If you have true love, O ye Indian,
    Strike at slavery, pull out its very root.

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    Bhagat Singh
    (From the Tamil book, Bhagat Singh or the Heroic War of the Gallows)

    The 23 March, 1931
    The wretched day
    In which goddess Bharate’s eyes
    Were suffused with tears

    The inauspicious day
    Which was responsible
    For all the Indian’s weeping aloud.

    (The) day is an important
    landmark in the history of the future war of independence

    India realized her helpless
    Condition on that day,
    On account of the domination By six erose of Englishmen Over thirty erose of India, Keeping the latter under subjection And ruling over them with arrogance

    That cruel day On which were sacrificed The lives of three selfless heroes Can never be forgotten in any manner, by anyone.


    Pyara Bhagat Singh

    (Extracts from a pamphlet entitled Piyara Bhagat Singh, compiled, printed and published by Mehr II in Hindi, Punjab Satyagraha Camp, outside Delhi Gate, Lahore, printed at the Sanatan Dharma Press, Hospital Road, Lahore).

    O pitcher don’t drown me midstream but help me meet (my lover)
    Dashing Bhagat Singh sacrificed himself for the country
    Dashing Bhagat Singh ascended the gallows laughing.
    (He) passed his love in love for the country
    (He) at last sacrificed his life for its sake
    Without caring for death dashing Bhagat Singh
    Made his own life miserable, in his love for the country.

    They caused mothers to be invented
    They got children flogged
    May God cast his wrath upon them
    The bukkers did not show mercy.

    The tyrants seized in India.
    Slaughtered with the blunt side of the kives
    Go and ask the widows at
    What happened at Peshawar
    Ever since the time they have taken India
    They have sucked our blood like lucks.
    The tyrants got Bhagat’s daughters
    This stranger (the poet) says with folded hands
    Brothers you should burn the foreign goods.

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    Lutfi-Shahadat ya Teen Shaheed

    (Extracts from a pahmphet in modern Urdu entitled ‘Lutfi-Shahadat ya teen Shaheed’, compiled by Bharat Bhushan alias Aflatoon, printed by Bharat Bhushan at the Sanatan Dharma Steam Press, Hospital Road, Lahore.)

    Inquilab Zindabad! Bande Mataram!
    Indian Napoleon Sardar Bhagat Singh,
    Rajguru Zindabad.
    Sukhdev Zindabad
    If for the sake of the country anyone applies
    The sword to your throat

    Bow your neck laughing after
    Uttering: Bande Mataram!

    O Britain what has thou gained
    By dismembering the dead body.
    They should have allowed some visible
    Relic of my Sardar to remain.

    O Young man! Why are you waiting
    For the Kindness of the Sarkar
    A non-violent cry for redress
    Never gets a hearing.

    You should also bring your courage
    And bravery into play
    You have so far ruined
    Your lives in cowardliness

    What hast thou gained
    By dismembering the dead body, Inquilab!
    O Tyrant! We shall make you moment a donkey
    After blackening your face, Inquilab!

    O firanghi! We will give you the taste
    Of the tyranny you practice, Inquilab!
    What right have they to the country
    We state the truth.
    Little men like Aflatoon will
    Sacrifice their lives for the country, Inquilab!

    O Indians rally under the banner

    Of Inquilab, Inquilab!
    You are how to go into jails, laughing, Inquilab
    Remember whoever will practice tyranny
    The sighs of the poor will blow him off.

    Qaumi Shahid

    (Extract from a pamphlet in Hindi entitled ‘Qaumi Shahid’ (National Martyrs) written by Bismal, printed by Ram Prasad of Kandan Printing Press, Lahore and published by Ram Prasad, publisher and bookseller) (From statement I specimen of objectionable articles, books, etc. published in 1931 when no Ordinance was in force in respect of which prosecutions were instituted or warnings of prosecution issued—plea for amending the criminal law and for Criminal Law Amendment Act 1931, giving extraordinary powers to the government.)

    Sardar Bhagat Singh
    Was a courageous man.
    If you ask me the truth
    (he) was the lion of India.
    O! The Tyrants did not
    Act considerately.
    O! They executed
    The gem of India.
    By bringing the false
    Charge of murder
    They executed them.
    And finished with them.
    Ah! The gems of India Were separated from us.
    Their) dead bodies
    were thrown into lorries
    On reaching the Sutlej bank
    Pits were dug in the ground,
    And the dead bodies

    Were taken down the lorries.
    (The dead bodies)
    were first cut into pieces
    and were next
    placed in the pit.
    The British troops
    Stood around the pit,
    Considering (the matter) a play,
    The tyrants poured petrol
    And kerosene oil
    On (the dead bodies).

    Ah! The saws are

    Sawing our hearts.
    The tyrants threw
    The half-burnt (bodies)
    Into the river
    (and Thus proved that)
    Their days are numbered.

    They did not let
    The dead bodies
    Be burnt into ashes.
    May the martyrs go
    to paradise
    flying happily!

    O! May the House
    Of the enemies
    Who put them
    (Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev, Rajguru)
    to great trouble, be destroyed!

    Soon take another birth,
    Come and teach them
    A good lesson,
    For the oppression
    They are practicising,
    (We) are anxiously waiting
    for you!

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    Who are these men?
    What are they to me,
    These dead men From a land across the sea?
    They dared against the British Raj
    To raise their hand.
    If my own countrymen decreed their death
    Why should I take a stand?

    But

    The British ruling class
    That these men defied
    Plundered with sword and gun and sly intrigue.
    Their modern spawn
    Smile with imperialist pride
    And, guns behind their backs
    And lackeys in their league,
    Plunder away still more
    And keep the plundered poor.

    That class,

    Born in my land of birth,
    Are not my kith and kin!
    My eyes must not be dazzled
    By shared whiteness of their skin!
    For the great imperial heel,
    That straddles o'er the globe
    And tramples the oppressed of foreign lands,
    Takes blance from the other boot we feel.
    On both its feet imperialism stands.
    Small comfort that we bear not all the weight,
    And that the heel grinds harder across the sea,
    For the lightest boot is heavy,
    And the prize of freedom great.

    So we must see imperialism fall.

    The British working class must take its stand
    And recognize its common cause with all
    Who take the sword of freedom in their hand.
    On! Onward then with revolution's tide,
    And, though each stage befits its time and place,
    Who fights our foe is fighting by our side,
    It matters not their color or their race.

    Such men were Udham Singh and Bhagat Singh,

    Martyrs not just of India's freedom fight
    But Heroes of all workers and oppressed.
    So let their names unite us in our might
    As , thinking not in terms of black or white
    But "Who is enemy and who is friend?",
    We struggle to achieve our common end.

    Death to imperialism! is our cry.
    It is our common banner.
    Raise it high!

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    The Duty of the True in India
    ( BOMBAY—from Mauji newspaper of Karachi, 26th May, 1932. )

    O ye Indians, rise against slavery,
    O youth, Mother is shedding tears
    And calls you to the field.

    The Firangis have spread out
    A big snare of ignorance
    Destroyed the fertile garden of Bharat.

    Hearing the lamentations of the starving brethren
    The stony heart melts.
    Defame not the name of India like cowards, give life
    Like Bhagat Singh , Raj Singh, Sukhdev.

    (They) taught the Tension of heroism to everyone
    and then went to the execution ground.

    Now the innocent are suffering in Jail
    The award of patriotism is gallows
    If you have true love, O ye Indian,
    Strike at slavery, pull out its very root.

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    SHAHEED-E-AZAM
    BHAGAT SINGH

    Who took the sword of freedom in his hand

    On! Onwards then with revolution's tide,
    who fights with foe is fighting by the side
    it matters not their colour or race,
    Such a man was Shaheed Bhagat Singh.
    Martyr not just of India's fight
    But a hero of all workers and oppressed
    so let his name remain in our minds.
    As he was Bhagat Singh who made us pride.

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