Guru Nanak Jahaz (2025)

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Keep moving, Farida,

Keep moving, Farida,

Perhaps you'll meet

a soul awakened,

....perhaps you'll meet

a soul awakened,

and you too shall find

your own salvation.

Keep moving, Farida,

Father...

Yes, little one?

Where have these

birds come from?

Rise now from your deep sleep,

Mewa Singh, they are migratory birds,

and give the mosque a gentle sweep.

traveling from distant lands.

Will they stay here forever?

One can only truly find a home

in their own country.

Foreign lands are but

a temporary refuge.

They will stay for a time,

then return to where they belong.

They must have come here out

of some necessity.

Father, who cares for the children

once they've gone?

thin kavan khalaavai kavan chugaavai

man mehi simaran kariaa | | 3 | |

They remain here only in form,

my little one.

In their hearts,

there are but two concerns -

their children

and their prayers

for return to their homeland.

See how those beautiful

birds soar!

They brighten the sky, my dear.

Huh?

Father!

Father...

What will become of it now?

It had little ones, too!

No, my little lamb, do not weep.

It was meant to be.

It is God's will, Mewa Singh.

Brother,

the Continuous

Journey Regulation

was designed to stop us.

It requires one to

travel directly from India

and carry at least $200 in cash.

The fee for Europeans is $25,

but for us, it's $100.

That's a r*cist law, Counselor.

In 1907, around 2,500

to 2,600 of us came here.

By 1908, after this law was introduced,

the numbers dwindled dramatically.

In 1909, only 10 people arrived.

By 1911, just three.

That's true, Balwant Singh Ji.

The Canadian government says one thing,

the Supreme Court says another,

and the immigration officers

say something else entirely.

Counselor,

many of us have served in the army.

When they needed soldiers for w*r,

they didn't say:

"We don't want Indians.

Let the white men fight alone. "

You're right, Badan Singh Ji.

It's British rule pulling the strings.

We'll have to fight back.

No, Sohan Lal Ji.

If we fight,

we'll only end up hurting ourselves.

This is their country.

They're free to do as they please.

I say let them be.

Chant God's name, work hard,

and keep earning.

Exactly.

He's right.

Let us think for ourselves, brothers,

and let others tend to their own troubles.

Besides, the new arrivals

are willing to work for less.

And there's already

a shortage of jobs here.

Brother...

even if it drives down wages,

we must not let it divide us.

There's enough here for everyone.

Mewa Singh,

you're not wrong.

But the smart thing to do is-

Brother, forget being smart.

Let me tell you something foolish:

If our numbers grow,

one day,

we too will have a say in this country.

We won't be ignored like we are now.

We'll have a voice in Canada.

Father! Father!

How are you, son?

I'm good.

Where's your little sister?

Ah, there's my brave little angel.

There comes her uncle's favorite niece

-Karam Kaur.

Tell me, is it cold or not?

It's this cold!

This cold, huh?

Then we better warm up, hmm?

Here.

Here-do you feel the warmth?

I wonder what God has

written for her future.

She lost her mother at birth.

Her love was never written in her fate

Feeling better now?

She's always hungry for love.

There you go, my brave angel.

Feeling warm now?

Yes.

Good. Now go and play.

No, I'll go with you.

I don't know what issue

You want to come with me?

the government has with us.

Then come on.

Why do they put limits on us

They just don't want history

to repeat itself.

Their East India Company came

to India just to trade, right?

Exactly.

I think we'll have to fight two battles -

One with the Englishmen,

and one with our brown 'Englishmen. '

It's all God's will.

We're already fighting a legal battle.

You're right.

But I believe

that with Guru Ramdas's blessings,

a Singh will rise and find

a way to overcome

this Continuous Journey Regulation too.

Waheguru Ji ka Khalsa... (Greetings)

Waheguru Ji ki Fateh, Daljit Singh Ji!

Tell me, how do you fare these days?

I fare as you do, Baba Ji.

If you are well, then I am no less.

And what does your research tell us?

Are we any closer to

setting foot in Canada?

It appears grim, Baba Ji.

The authorities watch us like hawks.

That holds true.

But we must keep pressing forward,

mustn't we?

Baba Ji,

why is it so vital that

we wager both money and life for this?

It's not as if life here is one of ease.

Men are wasting away in cattle sheds.

It is vital to go to Canada, brother.

People have begun to confuse

servitude with progress.

There is no standard of learning here.

No dignity in daily life.

But if our people could breathe the air

of a free land, even once,

perhaps a fire might ignite within them

to rise and fight for freedom.

Baba Ji, we may be the only ones

who believe so.

I do not think the others

will stand with us.

Now you'll be addressed

by a respected elder of the community,

a renowned figure in the area,

and a successful businessman -

Gurdit Singh Ji.

Waheguru Ji ka Khalsa...

Waheguru Ji ki Fateh!

My brothers and sisters,

this is not merely an opportunity -

it is our duty.

We must go to a free land like Canada,

To earn our living,

to gather knowledge,

and resources for our brotherhood.

We must guide our community

toward true freedom and progress.

The Canadian government,

under British instruction,

has imposed the Continuous

Journey Regulation.

This is not just a law

it is an affront to our dignity.

It is pure racism.

It is nothing short

of blatant discrimination.

Under British rule,

young men from Punjab are sent to fight

in foreign lands for the Empire,

but they are forbidden from seeking

honest work or engaging in business

even in lands that are part

of the very same Empire.

Were we born only to be their

servants and watchmen?

We, too, have a right to go to Canada,

to return freely,

and to build a life -

to work, to trade, to prosper.

But Baba Ji,

no ship from India

travels directly to Canada.

Ah, necessity is the mother of invention.

If no ship sails,

then, with the blessings of Satguru,

we shall get our own ship to sail there.

If you agree,

raise your hands and show me your support.

Jeh Jaaeeai

Thaa Suhaelae | |

Kar Kirapaa

Prabh Maelae | | 1 | |

Waheguru!

Brother, come here quickly!

Come here, quick!

Here, have some of this.

What is the reason for

this sweet offering, Sohan lal Ji?

You must try some too.

You too have it.

Come here quickly.

Come here quickly, brother.

Here, have some.

Have some sweets.

Come here quickly.

Come here and have some sweets.

Brother!

Brother!

Come, take some burfi, brother.

Have some sweets.

Where did you find burfi in Canada?

It's a close cousin to burfi -

the locals call it fudge.

Fine, it's fudge,

but what is the occasion for this treat?

Take a guess, brother.

It must be good news, then.

Did you receive your overdue pay?

Better than that.

Did you buy a house?

Better still.

Did you have a son?

How could I have a son while I'm here?

He must be returning to our homeland.

Brother, our people are coming here.

Only two or four people

used to come each year,

but this year,

a whole shipload is arriving.

Baba Gurdit Singh is bringing them.

Incredible.

Are you sure, brother?

Absolutely.

Here's the letter.

Mewa Singh,

get the weapon.

It is time to act.

Weapon?

The sons of Jatts

are rising from the sea,

Roaring for progress and victory.

They strike with strength,

they fight with pride,

Wearing turbans, with beards they abide.

With no egos to hold them,

they stand tall,

They cause a storm with pride,

answering Lord's call.

Fearless they are,

and they don't make others quake,

With swords in hand,

they can tear the sky's wake.

They gaze like thunder,

they roar like the storm,

As Guru Nanak Jahaz arrives,

change will transform.

Future generations will

sing of the tale for all,

Raising Punjabi is on its way,

step aside, clear the way!

Raising Punjabi is on its way,

step aside, clear the way!

Raising Punjabi is on its way,

step aside, clear the way!

Raising Punjabi is on its way,

step aside, clear the way!

People will dance, spreading cheer.

People will dance, spreading cheer.

When our brothers come,

joy will fill the air,

We wait with excitement,

as the news draws near.

For the messages from

home they'll bring here,

There will be much movement, you'll see.

Even the locals will talk about it.

It's time for everyone to

share some sweets in celebration.

Raising Punjabi is on its way,

step aside, clear the way!

Raising Punjabi is on its way,

step aside, clear the way!

Raising Punjabi is on its way,

step aside, clear the way!

Raising Punjabi is on its way,

step aside, clear the way!

We rise,

and we fall, but always we rise,

We keep eating what God provides,

We humble the proud,

the ones with the attitude,

Feeding the hungry,

showing our gratitude.

We bring down the mighty,

who fly too high,

Lifting the fallen, helping them rise.

These are our special qualities,

Our history is there for all to read.

We've given more than we ever got,

Fighting for our rights, we stand tall.

We crush egos, no place for pride,

We've seen our fair share of fights.

Mewa Singh

Wait, you...

You...

Stop, Mewa Singh.

Let them go.

What's going on?

They've begun to overstep their bounds now.

We ought not to entangle

ourselves in this any further.

No one will listen to us.

But brother...

You must understand.

They have Hopkinson's backing.

Wait there.

He requires proper documentation.

And for documentation, you need money.

He has the means, sir.

Hand it over.

Step forward and give it to him.

He stands as the

key figure of immigration.

Pick it up.

That is no mere a dollar,

it's your passport.

Why the hesitation?

Go on, pick it up.

Pick it up.

Not you -

you, over there.

Yes, you. Pick it up.

Pick it up.

That sort of defiance

won't get you far here.

Begin preparations to send him back.

Sir, he will return.

But I bring urgent news.

What is it you've done?

A ship is en route...

filled with Indian passengers...

bound for Canada.

Yes.

They refused?

How can they refuse?

We've already paid

the advance for the ship.

The British Government intervened.

They said they'd sooner

see the ship sink into the sea

than allow it to be

handed over to an Indian.

Let it be.

The sun may never set on the Empire...

but it still rises from the East,

does it not?

The Japanese will give us a ship.

My little lamb, tell me...

shall we ride in a small boat

or a big ship?

A big ship!

And how big, my dear?

This big!

Splendid!

Here you go then...

Off it sails!

Big or small,

let it sail right here, dear.

They won't let outsiders step ashore.

Look there...

We'll send another ship.

Why speak such ill-fated words, hmm?

There are families waiting there.

I may be married,

but I live like a bachelor.

I pass my days with you lot.

That's your fate, brother.

Then tell me - do we blame fate?

Or do we toil harder on this soil?

If you ask me,

enough of us are already here.

The newcomers will only bring trouble.

Yes, of course -

they'll bring trouble.

And we, the old ones,

will have to clean it up.

Isn't that right?

Weren't you new here once too?

you badly did you mess up. tell me ?

Believe me or not -

our people will come, and one day,

they'll turn Canada into another India.

What do you mean, turn it into India?

That there'll be langar

here - free kitchens for all?

That none shall sleep hungry?

That we'll live together

again in joint families?

That we'll till this

barren land and make it bloom?

We have our flaws, brother.

But so do the white folk.

No one says they are ruining this

land when they drink themselves senseless

and make a spectacle of things.

Hate the vices -

not the colour, brother.

And those who are meant

to call this land home...

they will come.

Whether they arrive in

a mighty ship or a humble boat.

That's the Punjabi letter Thatha, son.

Go on, write it down.

My friends...

we've found a ship.

We have?

Truly?

We got a ship!

What sort of ship have you found now?

Baba Ji, the mission is complete.

Excellent.

Amazing!

Well done, Daljit Singh Ji!

Waheguru

Thank you, Waheguru.

You've performed a miracle,

Daljit Singh Ji.

The name of the ship is...

Komagata Maru.

Yes.

Komagata Maru?

Father... will this ship hurt us?

There is only One who decides

whether we live or die, my child.

From this day forward,

this ship shall be known

as Guru Nanak Jahaz.

Waheguru!

Glory to Guru Nanak!

Release Gurdit Singh!

Release him! Release him!

Release Gurdit Singh!

Release him! Release him!

Release Gurdit Singh!

Release him! Release him!

Release Gurdit Singh!

Release him! Release him!

Release Gurdit Singh!

Release him! Release him!

And we deserve to be told,

why is our ship not

permitted to sail to Canada?

If vessels from other

nations are allowed entry,

then why this discrimination

against an Indian ship?

Release Gurdit Singh!

Release him! Release him!

Release Gurdit Singh!

Release him! Release him!

Release Gurdit Singh!

Release him! Release him!

Have some faith in Baba Ji!

Return our money!

Baba Ji has arrived!

We want our money back!

Sat Sri Akal, Baba Ji!

I'd no idea how much longer

they planned to keep me locked away.

Sat Sri Akal Ji.

But once the people began to protest,

they had no choice but to release me.

We wouldn't have let them

lay a finger on you, Baba Ji.

But this... this has driven

a wedge between our own people.

The British - they've

played their game well.

People now believe

this journey is unlawful.

There are whispers:

That the ship may never depart.

Or worse: if it does,

it won't reach Canadian shores.

We don't need it anymore.

We don't want to go to Canada.

Give us back our money!

Call Baba Ji out!

we just want our money!

Give us back our money!

We don't want to go there.

This journey may be

one step toward Canada -

But it is a hundred steps toward progress...

toward our rights...

toward equality.

But if all you see in it is money -

Then here. Take it back.

Your money is yours.

And with that, we part ways.

Baba Ji, they're like frogs in a well...

They've never seen the ocean.

It's all right, Daljit Singh.

In time, they'll come to realize -

One cannot survive in this world

without daring to leap into the ocean.

Baba Ji

Raghunath Singh.

Dr. Raghunath Singh.

Singh?

We too wish to make the journey to Canada.

I grant you passage, but only because

you are a man with a family to care for.

Smoking and the use of tobacco

aboard this ship is strictly forbidden.

As you say, Baba Ji.

Brother... what do they

call it in English - "safety"?

Yes... safety.

Well, there's none of it here.

You're not even allowed

to defend yourself.

Had we been back home...

We'd show them how a three footer (sword)

is used for safety.

Mewa Singh, they call this democracy.

This is all I've been

able to gather from it.

Just like the potter -

one hand firm,

the other gentle as it shapes the clay -

These ruffians keep a firm hand,

while the police lay theirs soft.

The state does as it pleases.

The man with eyes is made blind.

And the one with a voice is silenced.

Exactly.

You'll either be sent back...

or beaten into obedience.

So what do we do, brother?

I feel like I can't breathe here anymore.

Whether we act or stay still,

just our presence here,

being seen like this -

That itself is a form of rebellion.

All right, Harnam Singh.

Don't worry.

We'll speak more tonight.

I'm off to fetch the groceries.

See you later.

Okay.

Yes, I trust you, Bela Singh.

Farewell.

We'll speak again soon.

Waheguru Ji ka Khalsa,

Waheguru Ji ki Fateh!

Fateh Ji Fateh!

That was Bela Singh.

I had something important to attend to.

Hmm.

Of course it was important, brother,

he even dropped you off in his car.

He's a soldier, after all.

He has friends in government.

I was helpless, so...

Bela Singh walks in Hopkinson's shadow.

When our people refused

to attend in the Imperial Parade,

he attended it with pride.

And also visit the Gurdwara

wearing his uniform.

Bela Singh is Hopkinson's

pawn - raised and planted among us.

And now, he means to make you one too.

But listen well, brother

It is always the pawns that

are sacrificed first in a w*r.

Got it?

I don't.

And truthfully, I don't care to.

Politics, business, pawns, chess pieces...

Whether Hopkinson is good

or bad - it doesn't matter to me.

Bela Singh is respected.

He has wealth because he obeys.

He owns a car.

Back home,

only kings and maharajas ride

in such luxury.

And what of you and me, Mewa Singh?

What respect do we hold?

It's people like Hopkinson

who can get our ship across -

whether you admit it or not.

Your status isn't decided

by the car you sit in, brother.

It's measured by the

strength of your conscience.

And do you truly believe

Hopkinson respects Bela Singh?

Just tossing the piece of bread

piece of bread, is it?

And as for these cars and comforts...

they mean nothing.

Our Singhs will bring

their own ship to these shores.

And remember,

brother, the man who tries to

sail two boats never reaches the shore.

As for rest, you may know your boat,

but there's only One

who truly gets us across.

Waheguru

Waheguru

Gur Pourree Baerree Guru

Gur Thulehaa Har Naao | |

Gur Sar Saagar Bohithho

Gur Theerathh Dhareeaao | |

Waheguru

Waheguru

All well?

Yes, everything's loaded.

I've got all I need.

Goodbye!

Tehal Singh,

Step aside, please.

Tehal Singh,

I'll be taking leave shortly.

Don't worry about matters back home.

Give my respects to Mother and Father.

I will.

He's my brother.

I see.

My real brother.

And who are you waving to?

Maybe you have one, two,

or five real brothers.

But to me... they are all my brothers.

Farewell, brothers!

Take care!

What's that in your hand?

This?

Yes.

My Baba Ji said,

you must have two hundred dollars

in hand to head to Canada!

Where are you from?

Patiala!

Look, Baba Ji how hard

they tried to stop us.

Sat Sri Akal, Baba Ji.

Sat Sri Akal, dear one.

Daljit Singh...

all of it rests in His hands.

Bir Singh?

Yes, Baba Ji?

You are in charge of the langar.

See to it properly, alright?

Sat Sri Akal, Baba Ji.

Sat Sri Akal.

Don't worry, Baba Ji Ramratan

and Gulaab Singh are with me.

Hmm...

Daljit Singh.

Yes?

Send word to our brothers

in Shanghai and Japan.

Let them know our ship is on the move.

inform Vancouver as well.

Okay.

Waheguru

I'll write to you once we get to Canada.

You must join us there soon.

You make it there first,

and we'll be right behind you.

Very well.

Here you are, brother,

they've printed yet

another piece of propaganda.

What ganda?

Propaganda.

no eqaul rights,

we're not even equal citizens,

yet we are demons

eat the dirt and get slapped too

propaganda, for you

The days ahead will be harder still.

We're already fighting

with our circumstances,

must we now fight

with the newspapers too?

Balwant Singh Ji,

we foreigners serve this country well.

The employers get cheap labour,

And the politicians get scapegoats

someone to blame for every ill.

They control the newspapers

and the radio stations too.

They can twist the

story however they like.

Then what's the answer, brother?

A lie may cause a stir

and win the moment...

But truth stands the test of time.

It's all right.

A day will come when we'll have our own

newspapers and our own voices on the radio.

But until then, let's turn

our attention to what matters most -

Welcoming our brothers

who are arriving soon. Right?

Yes, of course.

Certainly.

Let's form a committee

to arrange for their shelter,

meals.

Brother, tell me,

what does Canada look like?

What kind of people live there?

The same sort we left

behind in Punjab, brother.

Only difference is that

we might earn a little more.

You'll only earn if you

manage to set foot there.

The police won't even let the ship anchor,

not as long as Gurdit

Singh remains aboard.

Come now,

brother, you're on the same ship too.

Let him speak.

He's an educated man, a doctor.

There must be reason behind his words.

The ship will reach Canada, no doubt.

But once it does, you must choose:

will you disembark with me -

or with Gurdit Singh?

Then Doctor Sahib,

it is your duty to guide us.

Tell us, what must we do?

As for me,

I'll follow Baba Ji wherever he leads.

I'll step off when he does.

Seems you didn't quite grasp what I said.

You may come to regret that.

Once we arrive...

Baba Ji...

Ah, come, Raghunath Ji.

I was just explaining that

we've informed the Khalsa

Diwan Committee in Vancouver-

Baba Ji!

Careful!

That was close.

The committee has promised to help us -

with food, shelter & work.

And--

Oh Lord!

Baba Ji!

Careful, Baba Ji.

Waheguru... Waheguru...

Waheguru...

Please, be careful.

Baba Ji,

the sea is rising...

the waves are turning wild.

The storm is fierce, Baba Ji.

Do not fear.

Careful.

a ship like this

was caught in a storm, ages ago

that belongs to Makhan Shah Lubana.

The same Divine hand that

guided that ship to shore,

shall guide ours too.

let's all meditate together

on the name of ninth soverreign

Gunn Gobindh Gaaeiou Nehee

Janam Akaarathh Keen | |

Kahu Naanak Har Bhaj Manaa

Jih Bidhh Jal Ko Meen | | 1 |

Bikhian Sio Kaahae Rachiou

Nimakh N Hohe Oudhaas | |

Kahu Naanak Bhaj Har Manaa

Parai N Jam Kee Faas | | 2 | |

Tharanaapo Eio Hee Gaeiou

Leeou Jaraa Tann Jeet | |

Kahu Naanak Bhaj Har Manaa

Aoudhh Jaat Hai Beet | | 3 | |

Biradhh Bhaeiou Soojhai Neheea

Kaal Pehoochiou Aan | |

Kahu Naanak Nar Baavarae

Kio N Bhajai Bhagavaan | | 4 | |

Dhhan Dhaaraa Sanpath Sagal

Jin Apunee Kar Maan | |

Ein Mai Kashh Sangee Nehee

Naanak Saachee Jaan | | 5 | |

is it a mighty storm?

Very mighty, son,

but not mightier than our Gurus.

| | Dohra | |

Bal Suttakiou Bandhhan Parae

Kashhoo N Hoth Oupaae | |

Kahu Naanak Ab Outt Har

Gaj Jio Hohu Sehaae | | 53 | |

Bal Hoaa Bandhhan Shhuttae

Sabh Kishh Hoth Oupaae | |

Nanak Sabh Kishh Thumarai Haathh Mai

Tum Hee Hoth Sehaae | | 54 | |

Sang Sakhaa Sabh Tajj Geae

Koou N Nibehiou Saathh | |

Kahu Nanak Eih Bipath Maii

Ttaek Eaek Raghunaathh | | 55 | |

Kahu Nanak Eih Bipath Maii

Ttaek Eaek Raghunaathh | | 55 | |

Ttaek Eaek Raghunaathh | | 55 | |

Naam Rehiou Saadhhoo Rehiou

Rehiou Gur Gobind | |

Kahu Nanak Eih Jagat Mai

Kin Japiou Gur Mant | | 56 | |

Raam Naam Our Mai Gehiou

Jaa Kai Sam Nehee Koe | |

Jih Simarath Sankatt Mittai

Dharas Thuhaaro Hoe | | 57 | | 1 | |

We've reached Canada?

Come on!

How beautiful it is... O Lord, thank You.

Baba Ji, the ocean, it's so calm now.

As if someone gently lulled it to sleep.

Daljit Singh,

there is only One who can scold like

a father and soothe like a mother.

Daljit Singh,

do you see that land ahead?

Yes, Baba Ji.

We've reached Canada.

Wonderful...

We've finally arrived.

What a beautiful country!

Is it true?

Have you truly reached Canada?

Yes, brother, we've made it.

We've reached Canada?

Fix your clothes.

We've reached Canada!

Yes, we have.

I'm wearing my new clothes now!

We've reached Canada?

Yes, we have.

Thank you, Waheguru...

we've reached Canada.

Come on, let's climb to the top

Move aside,

and get a full look at it.

let me see what Canada looks like!

Brothers,

officials from the health and

sanitation department have arrived.

Line up before them in an orderly manner.

Look at the crowd gathering...

Seems they're more eager

to watch than we are to disembark.

They say they don't intend

to let them set foot here.

There they are now.

Your father doesn't rule this land!

Brother...

their fathers do rule this land.

Best think of yourself.

why they are not moving?

what's happening there?

There might be a lot of stuff.

Takes time to gather all the luggage.

Brothers, the health inspectors

are here to examine the ship.

And what are they doing

with all these photographs?

Ah, they adore us.

Their newspapers will be full

of our faces tomorrow.

I always thought I'd become

famous after achieving something.

Looks like we'll be

famous before we even begin.

Oi! Don't leave me out of the frame!

What's that?

Go, fetch the immigration documents.

Alright.

Go.

It was right here...

The documents were right here.

I had placed them exactly here.

Strange.

Where are the documents?

Strange.

Chand Singh Ji.

Yes?

I can't find the landing documents.

Go have a look upstairs.

Alright.

Where can it be?

What happened, Daljit Singh Ji?

I can't find the landing documents.

Baba Ji, I can't find the documents.

Where did they go?

Find the papers, without them,

we won't be allowed to disembark.

Okay.

I think they can't find the documents.

Rahim Ji,

give us some good news.

When will our people

be allowed to disembark?

They're unable to locate

the landing paper.

What's that?

It's the official document

required to step off the ship.

Seems like they either lost

it or left it behind somewhere.

And if they don't find it?

Then they'll be sent back.

Without that paper,

they won't be allowed to set foot on land.

what he's saying?

If you don't have the paper,

then turn around and go back.

Officer!

see this

He found them?

Hmm.

The documents were recovered.

Bole So Nihal!

Sat Sri Akal!

Sir, it looks like

they found the document.

Bole So Nihal!

Sat Sri Akal!

What did you think,

coming all the way here, huh?

Take a good look from here...

that's Vancouver.

But you won't be allowed

to set foot on that land.

Canada's government,

its courts, and its people

they all stand against you.

Haven't you heard of the

Continuous Journey Regulation?

The court has already struck

down the Continuous Journey Regulation.

Look, Singh

the court doesn't command

the immigration office.

It merely advises.

Whether we follow that advice or not...

is up to us.

You seem like a man with some education.

Come, let's go inside and

have this conversation properly.

No, we won't speak behind closed doors.

Whatever you have to say,

say it in front of everyone.

Officer, what's the issue now?

We've met every requirement

of immigration.

You've met some of them, not all.

Your report isn't good.

It'll take some money to make it right.

$2000.

And?

And it stays between us.

You'll have to swear

on the Guru Granth Sahib.

My Guru teaches that only gamblers

and street guys swear oaths.

And I am neither.

I assumed you were a wise businessman.

Anyway...

I tried my best,

but this man clearly

doesn't want to help you.

What? What happened?

What's going on now?

Baba Ji?

See? I told you.

I got a message from the ship -

Hopkinson demanded a $2,000 bribe,

but Gurdit Singh refused to pay.

He refused?

Strange.

I'm sure they spent at least

that much just sending all those letters.

If a bribe would solve this,

they should just do it.

Forget $2,000,

if $20,000 fixes everything, then...

Maybe we should just gather the money.

What will we do when the ration runs out?

But how do we meet Hopkinson?

Harnam Singh can arrange it.

Come on, Harnam Singh,

find a way.

Find a way, huh?

Alright.

I will.

Hmm.

Sat Sri Akal, sir.

Come, Harnam Singh. Take a seat.

Thank you, sir.

Hmm?

How are you doing?

Looks like you don't enjoy Canada much.

How can I like it here, brother?

I never imagined

I'd see a day where two Sikhs

won't even look eye to eye.

We heard

some passengers

couldn't arrange for $2000?

2000?

Is this a joke?

If that's not enough, then we can-

The Gurdit Singh who wrote

to you and mentioned the money-

didn't he tell you

the condition of the deal?

Deal?

I don't like where this is going, brother.

Why create a scene

in front of these white folks?

Support us,

and you won't lack anything.

Did you hear that?

"Won't lack anything. "

Someone who has nothing

is offering me everything.

No one without worth can "buy"

Bela Singh.

Mind your tongue, Bela Singh Ji.

No low-life laborers,

men of honor

who earn their bread with honest sweat.

The Canadian wealth and status

won't stay away from us for long.

its certain

Gurdit Singh won't set foot in Vancouver.

And you...

You're the same Bhag Singh

who refused to attend the imperial parade,

aren't you?

Ex British Indian Army soldier.

The Victoria Cross medals

have become too heavy now, sir.

We can't parade while carrying

the weight of hypocrisy.

Back there, you sing songs

of our bravery and send us to w*r,

but here,

your newspapers reduce

us to snake charmers.

they don't value our dignity.

We have every right

in the progress of this country,

and we have an undeniable

right to this land.

Yes,

And...

you get paid to do both those things.

That's the only right you have.

No matter how many dollars

you rub on your back, brother,

your skin won't turn white.

Hey!

Hey!

Let him go!

Don't touch me!

Let him go! What are you doing?!

how dare to touch me? Ahhh

Hopkinson's stooge

you traitor!

Don't fight Mewa singh

Mewa Singh Ji,

leave me Baabu Singh

I'll teach him a lesson

I'll cut him in pieces

leave him Bela Singh

how dare to touch me?

Mewa Singh Ji leave him

don't fight

you think you are that capable

he want to buy Bela Singh

leave me

We haven't a single drop of water left.

This feels like a prison sentence -

one without food or drink.

They've turned this

ship into a jail at sea.

who had thought about this?

It's all right...

God will make a way.

"Baba atall, pakkian pakaian ghal"

Just as they wronged you on your own soil,

your own land -

now, we too face the

same injustice in our land.

Now, we are met with the

same injustice here as well.

- Singhs, it's us.

- Who is it?

We've brought some rations

- from the congregation in Vancouver.

Throw us a rope.

Here it is.

With the Guru's blessings,

we'll return soon.

Thank you, Singhs.

Behold the grace of Guru Ramdas Ji.

Hmm.

We managed to get rations to

the ship last night without any trouble.

Another round has already been arranged.

I must say - the natives

have helped us immensely.

They showed us the way, led us through.

Thank you, Lord.

i was saying -

lawyer must've reached the office by now.

Let's hear what he has to say.

Go, speak with him.

We'll manage the rest

of the arrangements here.

- Here, take this.

- Take care.

Give it here - I'll tie it down.

Waheguru... Waheguru... Waheguru.

Have mercy, O Lord.

Brother, we have another problem.

What is it now?

The company that owns the ship,

they're growing restless.

We owe this month's installment.

Two thousand dollars.

I see.

And these passengers -

they barely have enough rations.

Set them there.

Sat Sri akal, brother.

It's alright.

Nothing to fear.

We'll each contribute what

we can from our own pockets.

And we'll appeal to the

congregation for the rest.

Hmm.

There should be a way, Mr. Bird.

Rahim Ji.

Sat Sri Akal.

-how are you?

- Sat Sri Akal.

- What does Mr. Bird say?

It seems difficult.

No one is willing to hear us out.

Immigration has outright refused -

they will not permit

the lawyer to board the ship.

And the court?

They claim it is of no concern to them.

"Bring us a case with

full evidence, " they say.

How can you do this?

We have the documents,

we have the money,

we have the reports -

then how can we be forced to turn back?

This is prejudice.

Plain and unjust discrimination.

This is the court's verdict.

You will have to go back.

You call this a court's verdict?

No, this is your government's decree.

You never allowed us to reach the court.

How can one defend himself

in a case where he is denied a hearing?

It is a one-sided judgment.

This is nothing short of tyranny.

By law, businessmen are permitted

to come ashore, are they not?

And yet, even that

right was withheld from us.

The lawyer says

he did all he could.

It seems the law has shut its doors on us.

And if the law has abandoned us,

and even the legal

counsel has stepped away -

then tell me, what remains?

Mark my words

this judgment will not

pass without consequence.

This tyranny shall

not be undone by lawyers...

but by rebels.

Stay away.

Stay away.

leave him

look at Mr. Bird.

Is he okay?

- Mr. Bird?

- Hear us out.

Bhag Singh Ji.

At least tell us what's wrong.

No! Don't hurt us!

Go, save yourselves!

Stand back.

If it was a street

fight you were looking for,

you should have waged it on your own land.

At least then, your feet

would be planted in your own soil.

Who are you, brother?

I don't believe I know you.

You called me brother - now you do.

I bring a message...

from the Gadar Party.

I hold deep respect

for Baba Sohan Singh and his companions.

We seek peace, but...

Peace, brother,

comes at the price of a b*llet.

If you are not prepared for w*r,

there shall be no truce.

As they say - one must always be ready.

The line has been crossed, brother.

Now we must take up arms.

If we choose the path of rebellion,

we must brace ourselves

for the consequences that follow.

Our own people ask:

Why wage the country's battle

on foreign soil?

Are you prepared for what lies ahead?

Brother, singhs don't go to

kauvaan and canada forever.

I am as ready now as I'll ever be.

Bhag Singh Ji.

Mewa Singh Ji.

- Waheguru Ji ka Khalsa...

- Waheguru Ji ki Fateh

Sat Sri Akal Ji.

We have gathered here today

because of the Gadar Party -

and for that, I am truly glad.

Tarik Babu,

the blood of warriors may differ by birth,

but its spirit is always the same.

And we are drawn to that spirit.

As for the British lapdogs like Hopkinson...

Hopkinson once served in

the Calcutta Police Department.

He knows his past all too well.

Truth be told,

Hopkinson doesn't despise Indians nearly

as much as he despises the Indian blood

that runs in his own veins.

He's spent his entire

life hiding behind a lie,

claiming his mother was British,

never Indian.

We fear

a repeat of 1907.

What's unfolding now...

it's how it began back then too.

From Vancouver to Bellingham,

the white populace rose up

in protest - rioting in the streets.

The Chinese community

bore the brunt of it.

Our men made it through

because many were former soldiers.

They hadn't yet parted with their arms.

We have no desire to harm anyone.

But we need weapons - to defend ourselves,

nothing more.

Why think only of your own safety?

I worry for every soul

aboard the Guru Nanak Jahaz.

The tension in the air is unmistakable -

Something is about to unfold.

Tarak Babu, we do not seek w*r,

but we are always prepared

to face one that is thrust upon us.

Just tell me, where can

we lay our hands on reliable arms?

Good deal.

Hmm.

Keep your trust in him

this too shall pass

You're right, Khan Saheb.

Police?

Step back!

Get them!

The police have boarded the ship!

Open the door! Quickly!

They're armed!

Everyone out - now!

Strike them down!

Careful, brother!

Throw coal at them

Strike back

Strike back

Throw coal at them

Throw coal at them

Strike back

Throw coal at them

Pass me more coal

Baba ji!

Who locked my door from the outside?

I don't know, Baba Ji.

They tried to drag our ship with a rope-

Thought they could

pull us across the border.

Baba ji they opened fire,

a b*llet burst out from my crown

It was that same Sealine ship, Baba Ji.

No,

Veer Singh,

they didn't come just to tow the ship.

They had another intention-

And they succeeded.

Mewa Singh...

We've received troubling

news from Vancouver.

Last night,

the police boarded the Guru Nanak Jahaz.

They say shots were fired.

This is the limit.

Were there any casualties?

No loss of life, but there was a fight.

The police opened fire,

and the passengers fought

back by throwing coal at them.

Brother, I think we are being followed.

I saw those same people spying

outside the hotel too.

Yes, it definitely seems

like we're being watched.

Balwant Singh, you take the wheel.

I'll get down.

We've carried ammunition

for miles in the army.

No, brother, let me do it.

- You take the wheel.

- Please, let me do it.

Just pull over.

No.

There's no need to argue, brother.

You have a family.

Think about your children.

sava lakh

(I'm single, but equal to 125,000!)

And I've got longer legs.

I'll get there before you.

Please... just pull over.

Who did you buy the weapons for?

Who's your target?

Why did you buy the weapons?

For self-defense.

We hold no enmity towards anyone,

but if someone comes

at us with aggression,

we'll send them straight to hell.

Testify that Bhag Singh, Balwant Singh,

- and Rahim were with you. And you all...

- No one was with me.

I'm single, but equal to 125,000!

(sava lakh)

Water.

Brother, I want water.

We part with our money, yet

thirst and hunger remain our companions,

while those in our employ

feast without restraint.

Doctor, you are right.

It is with our money

that this water was procured.

Surely, the first claim

to this water rests with us.

Have words with Bhag

Singh and get us some water.

What commotion brews yonder?

Have you lost your mind?

This water is not ours to claim.

Baba Gurdit Singh has taken it

upon himself to see our thirst quenched.

we don't trust Baba ji's false promises.

But I won't surrender

what is mine by right.

I say give the water back.

Let any man who believes he can

force my hand can step forward and try.

Water...

Water...

- Step aside.

- I too want to drink some.

- Move aside.

- Step aside.

I too want to drink some.

I too want to drink water.

Move aside.

I too want to drink some.

Let me drink some water too.

- Step aside.

- Move aside.

- Step aside.

- Move aside.

Move aside.

- Let me drink some water too.

- Take this, take this.

Move aside.

Move aside.

Move aside.

My throat is going dry.

Someone give me some water.

It's a warship.

- Huh?

- A warship?

They're training their cannons on us.

If this is how they choose to end it...

What was all that talk of

papers and process - just a charade?

Fire your cannon!

Every grain of my being stands

tall against every ounce of your pride.

Shall we wager who holds stronger ground?

Come on, try me.

I'll bite down on your cannon

blast and spit out iron like dust!

Mind your place, I'm your elder.

Go on then and fire,

if you've got the courage!

Fire your cannon!

Fire your cannon!

Not fair, Mewa Singh.

I thought you'd bring me

a gift from America

but instead, you brought back a g*n?

It's for self-defense.

Let's see who's brave enough

to take a b*llet for a keepsake.

Your hands are already tied, Mewa Singh.

Best you learn to

bind your tongue as well.

I've heard

Bhag Singh's been taken in too.

No need to worry.

We don't intend him harm.

It's his own people he should be wary of.

Ah, Bela Singh.

Yes, sir.

Come along.

Your friend's gone silent.

Speak up.

Perhaps you can speak some sense into him.

You once came to me with a deal,

Mewa Singh.

Today, I offer you one.

It's in your best interest.

Before Bhag Singh and the others speak

out, why not be the first to testify?

Turn the table.

You were prepared to pay

to get the landing documents.

Here, you'll be paid instead.

All you need say is the weapons

were bought by Bhag Singh and his men.

That you had no involvement.

Do as Bela Singh suggests.

Or you'll find yourself standing alone.

Your ship is sailing back.

Missed a naval strike by a breath.

Had they fired,

everyone onboard would have drowned.

That ship will return to India.

And the British Government is ready

to greet them with a grand welcome.

You're a stubborn man, Gurdit Singh.

Yes, I stand firm when

it comes to my rights.

I request a court hearing.

Not possible.

That chance has long passed.

Then grant us safe passage to Brazil.

Your only passage is back to India.

Don't be stupid, Gurdit Singh.

We're trying to help you.

We're under arrest beneath open skies.

We bribe just to get water.

We're denied food.

And now you bring a warship

to our doorstep.

You've helped us enough, Mr. Hopkinson.

We could sink this ship right now.

Komagata Maru, Gurdit Singh-

no one would even remember the names.

Aren't you afraid?

You've already tried fear.

What did you make out of it?

And as for what history chooses

to remember -

only time holds that answer.

Don't be foolish, Gurdit Singh.

I did want to help you.

But if you won't hear me,

perhaps you'll listen to him.

- Waheguru Ji ka Khalsa...

- Waheguru Ji ki Fateh.

Baba Ji, these th*gs in uniform

have troubled us beyond measure.

Bhag Singh, Balwant Singh,

and Mewa Singh...

they have all been taken by the police.

Even Advocate Rahim

has been thrown behind bars.

The situation is dire.

Hmm.

We have no roof over our heads,

We have no roof over our heads,

Meet Singh.

We have no place to call our own.

That is why we wander like this,

unanchored.

The Japanese,

the Europeans... they hold all the power.

I wrote to King George.

I wrote to the princes

of Patiala and Nabha.

Not one letter received a reply.

So now, brother, it seems we must seek

the answers to those letters ourselves.

Meet Singh,

I left home believing we were

sailing toward a land of freedom.

Where my companions would breathe

the air of freedom and progress.

sl*very hasn't ended,

it has only changed its disguise...

Daljit Singh,

a man who lives as a sl*ve

in his own homeland-

No matter where he goes in the world,

he carries that chain with him.

You keep leading the way, Baba Ji.

We will walk behind,

and do all we can to support you.

If there's anything we can offer,

just say the word.

No need.

God will show us mercy.

You need not worry.

For now,

begin preparing rations

and water for the journey back.

As you command.

I'll see to the arrangements

for your return papers.

Our desires faded away,

Our hearts were left in disarray,

But no one could make our courage sway.

Many obstacles blocked the way,

Yet love remained, and would not stray.

That is Canada, my boy.

Right over there.

Father, are we not going to Canada?

We will, my son,

but only after our homeland is free.

As equals.

The journey of this ship is far

from over, son;

it has only just begun.

Our own have brought us down,

we're not those whom enemies can beat.

We have no place to call our own,

That's why we wander,

all alone.

That's why we wander,

all alone.

No one hears our cries of pain,

No one sees the scars

that remain.

It burns like fire

upon the skin,

As the comb runs through

the hair within.

As the comb runs through

the hair within.

They call us martyrs,

heroes bold,

But we are those who

never fold.

We have no place to call our own,

That's why we wander,

all alone.

That's why we wander,

all alone.

That's why we wander,

all alone.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Brother,

someone's shot Harnam Singh.

Is he all right? Did he survive?

He's gone.

Do you know who did it?

Not yet...

Hopkinson.

There's got to be a

deeper plot behind this.

Times are dangerous, Bela Singh.

We mourn Harnam Singh too.

An attack on one is an attack on us all.

They threatened you too, didn't they?

Be careful.

And if you must act to

protect yourself, remember-

we are with you

There's only one rule in w*r -

Bagh Singh Ji!

Come with me.

Jaisae Jal Thae Budhabudhaa

Oupajai Binasai Neeth | |

Jag Rachanaa Thaisae Rachee

Kahu Nanak Sun Meeth | | 25 | |

Kahu Nanak Sun Meeth | | 25 | |

- Sohan Lal Ji?

- Brother...

Brother...

Brother... ?

Brother... ?

This is not fair.

Brother...

What happened?

Brother... ?

Bela...

Waheguru...

You're not allowed to cremate the dead.

Bury them instead.

You know,

your worthless life can be buried too.

Testify for Bela Singh in court.

Say Bela Singh didn't sh**t them.

Say Badan Singh and

Bhag Singh got into a fight

and died in the scuffle.

Understand?

Babu Singh,

explain it to him.

Make him understand properly.

We run Vancouver.

We rule it.

Join us.

Support us.

Why throw yourself into the fire?

- Come on.

- You rule, do you?

- You rule, do you?

- You think this is a game?

You eat from their scraps.

You don't value your own life,

but think of Bhag Singh's children,

the ones you've taken

under your wing like a father.

Do you want to make

them orphans once again?

We don't know about your father,

but we have only one - Guru Gobind Singh.

And his children are never orphans!

Let me go!

There's never been a shortage

- of traitors like you.

- Let me go!

Why don't you just die already?

And stop using Singh with your name.

You're a dog.

Hopkinson's lapdog.

My brother Bhag Singh was a lion.

A lion!

My brother was a lion...

The government has passed orders,

everyone is to board this train.

Each and every one.

this train It will take you to Punjab

Still thinking about Canada?

Not ready to return to Punjab?

First, five Singhs will respectfully take

the Guru Granth Sahib to the Gurudwara sahib

Only then will we

discuss anything further.

We follow the government's command,

not yours.

You'll do as instructed.

First get us a lawyer, here, in Calcutta.

We'll cover the cost.

And show us the warrant.

If you don't do as we say, you will die.

This train ride

is a courtesy - free of charge.

A gift from the authorities.

A gift, is it?

One that comes with

a death sentence if refused?

Hmm?

Get us a lawyer first.

So, you won't listen the easy way.

Baba Ji!

Brother!

bhai kaahoo ko dhaeth nehi

nehi bhai maanath aan | |

sh**t!

Officer,

go tell your superior

that this train won't leave empty.

If we don't leave alive,

our bodies will leave in them!

No, Baba Ji!

- Baba Ji!

- Get back, Baba Ji.

Baba Ji, stay back!

We'll take care of this.

Our chests are stronger

than any fort wall, Baba Ji.

They'll have to go through us first.

Please, come with us.

Come back with us, Baba Ji.

Kabeer Jis Maranae Thae Jag Ddarai

Merae Mann Anandh | |

Maranae Hee Thae Paaeeai

Pooran Paramaanandh | | 22 | |

Maranae Hee Thae Paaeeai

Pooran Paramaanandh | | 22 | |

My Baba Ji said,

you must have two hundred dollars

in hand to head to Canada!

Things have gone terribly wrong, brother

g*nshots were fired as they reached Calcutta

Reports say more than hundred are injured

and more than fifty have been martyred

Bhai Gurdit Singh was also taken

into police custody

What threat did the police face

from unarmed passengers?

They turned them into corpses.

This is tyranny at its peak.

Bhag Singh's funeral

pyre hasn't even cooled...

Men like Bhag Singh have died,

and they will continue to die.

Two here,

seventy-five at Budge Budge port.

Tomorrow it could be seventy five hundred...

or seventy-five thousand.

Soon, even the newspapers

will stop printing their names.

It's a haunting thing when a

whole community is reduced to a number.

Bhag Singh wasn't k*lled by b*ll*ts.

He was k*lled by arrogance.

By the addiction to power.

By the hands of lapdogs like Bela Singh-

who, mark my words,

will walk free of m*rder charges.

Their children will

grow up here like royals.

If I live to see tomorrow...

Bela Singh no longer deserves to live.

Whether the court gives a verdict,

or not...

We cannot wait anymore.

He has a hearing tomorrow.

Bela Singh's score will be settled,

that much is certain.

There is no saving him.

Come, Bela Singh.

You can't walk away from me like this.

Bela...

Waheguru...

Don't lose your nerve, Bela Singh.

The testimony will go your way.

Courts don't care for truth or lies,

only for the tale that's told best.

I don't want to die.

Don't be afraid, Bela Singh.

Your death was never part of my script.

Mewa Singh, I had a feeling

you would show up to testify.

Bela Singh

Babu Singh

What happened?

Hopkinson.

Mewa Singh m*rder*d Hopkinson.

But those who set this trap

will end up laughing

and applauding from history,

claiming they had no part in it.

They'll say we fought

amongst ourselves and fell.

We won't let them take

that victory so easily.

We worked for them,

we served as loyal citizens,

even soldiers,

yet they never valued it.

Now, we shall rise as

rebels and make them see.

Bela singh is merely a puppet,

the true person behind this is Hopkinson.

Why did you k*ll Hopkinson?

Do you honestly believe

a b*llet will solve this?

No, a b*llet may not be the answer,

but it certainly serves as justice.

But we are not the ones

to deliver justice.

That is for the court to decide.

Which court are you talking about, sir?

The one that denied us

the chance to speak our side?

The one that barred you

from stepping foot on the ship?

Or the one that hasn't yet given justice

to our brothers who died?

This game of politics overshadows

truth, lies, right, wrong, legal,

and ill*gal.

It's far bigger than all of this, sir.

Rahim Sahib, the only stories

they print in the newspapers

are the ones where

we are painted as the villains.

They needed a villain

for this story too.

And so, here I am, the villain.

Not only Canada,

but now the world will hang

on every word we speak.

Your lawyer claims

you are of unsound mind.

Is that the truth or not?

I shot Hopkinson -

with full awareness and no regret!

My God knows,

I have done no wrong in k*lling

despicable persons who aid murderers.

I had no wish to hire a lawyer.

in the justice of this land.

And so that I may have the chance

to speak my thoughts, in my own words.

Your Honour, our faith

does not teach us hatred.

I bore no personal grudge

against Hopkinson.

But there comes a point

when injustice crosses every boundary.

It was under his conspiracies

that the police opened fire

on unarmed passengers

at Budge Budge port.

He demanded bribes from those

aboard the ship Komagata Maru.

Had they paid under

the conditions he set,

they would have been

on Canadian soil today.

He, along with Malcolm Reid,

spent their lives ensuring

no Indian ever set foot in this land -

and those of us who did,

they tried to pit against one another,

turning us into enemies,

making us bleed each other.

But perhaps the most disgraceful

act of Hopkinson was

when he had b*ll*ts fired upon

our first Gurudwara -

a house of God built by our own hands,

brick by brick, with honest earnings.

A sacred place where

we bow our heads twice daily

and pray for the wellbeing of all.

He turned Bhag Singh's children

into orphans.

He had b*ll*ts fired upon innocents

without remorse.

And after all that,

your police locked me away,

demanding that I confess

to the Gurudwara attack

and testify in favour of Bela Singh -

while Hopkinson's lapdog Bela Singh

and Babu Singh went

on threatening to k*ll us.

Yes, it's true that Hopkinson helped me.

He also told me to thank Mr. Lander.

But it was Hopkinson

who took a $40 bribe for that help.

It was thanks to that bribe,

not Hopkinson's kindness.

Your Honour,

we, the foreigners,

have left our homes and our land behind.

And in the hopes of building

a new life in a foreign land -

We have to make countless sacrifices.

Today, to fight this injustice,

one man, Mewa Singh, has stood up.

As long as there is injustice,

men like Mewa Singh

will continue to raise their voices.

I know the punishment for what

I have done will lead to my death,

Waheguru...

Glory to Guru Ramdas!

but I am dying without any worries.

He alone is known as a spiritual hero,

who fights in the defense

of righteousness,

he may be cut apart piece by piece

but he never leaves the b*ttlefield!

Are you feeling cold?

Would you like me to help you get warm?

Do you feel warmer now?

What's happened here?

It was meant to be, my little lamb.

Waheguru Ji ka Khalsa...

Waheguru Ji ki Fateh!

Rahim Ji.

I salute your unwavering spirit,

Mewa Singh.

But often, it's our own who forget,

the ones for whom you are about

to lay down your life.

Do you truly think

they will remember you?

Bhai Meet Singh,

whether they remember me or not,

men like Hopkinson will never forget.

Stay blessed!

Waheguru!

It was a living soul.

May God grant it peace.

No, my little lamb,

don't wish peace upon

a soul taken unjustly.

May such a soul rise and tear open

the heavens to demand justice.

Let its closed eyes awaken

the world's own.

Let its family not weep,

but sing songs of its courage,

let them hunt down the guilty,

and shout the cry of victory!

Jo bole so nihal!

Sat Sri Akal...

Grandfather,

Yes son.

Who they are?

They are our elders,

and the courage of our elders

The snow here couldn't chill

their spirit.

The fire of hatred

couldn't burn them

The struggle of our forefathers

was the bridge

we crossed to find our place

and thrive in these foreign lands.

There was a time when

we weren't even allowed to vote -

and today, they cast their votes for us.

This is the

fulfillment of their dreams.

They were not allowed to dock here,

but now they have become

a part of this place forever

Where should this journey begin?

Let me line up the words.

We don't know who truly burns inside

Many roam around,

trembling without cause.

We once lived in peace

Until this chaos arrived.

Our kingdom, our land

They joined hands with traitors.

The rulers of yesterday

Once waved our flags.

We were proud warriors

Alongside Maharaja Ranjit Singh.

They stayed in the cold

Carrying weapons like stars.

They crossed Attock

With roaring courage like lions.

Our temples and mosques

All were shared in harmony.

The Khalsa ruled

And enemies were struck down.

Coins were pressed under Ponds and Lakes,

With Khalsa's seal on top.

You speak of Nanakshahi?

Have you even seen it with your eyes?

Jathedar Baba Phula Singh was an Akali.

We placed our shoes on Abdali's head.

Those who came as invaders

We sent them running barefoot.

Martyrdoms like Baba Deep Singh's

Still echo through the ages.

By Nanak's Name,

Forever rising, forever rising.

We always pray

For the well-being of all.

By Nanak's Name, we rise always.

We always pray

For the well-being of all.

No throne has the strength

To stand before this fire.

Take a b*llet to the chest

And still ask, "Is that all you've got?"

Shaheed Mewa Singh

He can never be silenced.

You may try tyranny

But we will never stop.

Big ones came Meer Mannu, Zakaria

But even their words shattered.

Even when bodies broke,

Our spirit never did.

How many will you cut?

How many will you tear down?

Our image is printed on hearts

Where will you go to erase it?

Kings may have attitudes,

But we are the kings of kings.

Falcons sit on our arms

Which mystery could defeat such pride?

By Nanak's Name,

Forever rising, forever rising.

We always pray

For the well-being of all.

By Nanak's Name,

Forever rising, forever rising.

We always pray

For the well-being of all.

By Nanak's Name,

Forever rising, forever rising.

You alone give greatness.

Even dust rises by Your will.

From Fatehgarh Sahib,

Every battle we fight we win.

Wherever we walk,

That path becomes the trail.

We don't walk on roads

We create the roads.

Kings may have attitudes,

But we are the kings of kings.

Falcons sit on our arms

Which mystery could defeat such pride?

Nanak Naam Chardi Kala

Forever rising, forever rising.

We always pray

For the well-being of all.

Nanak Naam Chardi Kala

Forever rising, forever rising.

We always pray

For the well-being of all.

Nanak Naam Chardi Kala

Forever rising, forever rising.

We always pray

For the well-being of all.