Warrior! oh mighty warrior,
its in praise of you that the tiger roars.
A majestic stand,
with your glittering sword.

And the rest depends,
on you, the master word.
Wide goes the chest,
wild goes the voice.

Then what we hear,
is the pains noise.
The cry of the defeated,
overcomes the joy of the defeater.

Suddenly they remember,
the absence of one of their member.
He, who would have been,
the victories cause.

The entire field,
remained in pause.
He lay slaughtered,
in that abattoir.

He who would have made,
the history into his story.
He is the sultan of sultans,
the great Tipu Sultan.