Without beginning nor end am I, inviolable am I.
Vanquish me? In this world no such enemy is born!
Resolutely, as the Upholder of Dharma,
Challenging very Death, into the battlefield charge I.
A sword cannot slice me nor can fire burn me,
Craven Death itself shall flee in fear of me, aye!
And yet, O Foolish Foe,
By fear of Death you dare to scare me!
Pushed into the cage of a ferocious lion
Reduce him to a cowering servility, I will!
Flung into the blaze of a roaring inferno
Reduce it to a gentle halo of brilliance, I will!
Bring on your mighty, skilled armed Legion,
Your weapons and missiles that deadly fire spill!
Ha! Like Lord Shiva consuming the poison Halahal,
Gulp down and digest all, I will!
[This is a translation by Anurupa Cinar, Savarkar's original, 'Atmabal, ' is in Marathi.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem