This is a song written in the early 70's which we sing at gurdwara.
A song to give us strength, and remind us of who we are, and where we came from.

The Song of the Khalsa

Many Speak of courage, speaking cannot give it;
It's in the face of death that we must live it.

When things are down and darkest, that's when we stand tallest.
Until the last star falls, We won't give an inch at all.

Stand as the Khalsa, strong as steel, steady as stone;
Give our lives to God and Guru, mind and soul, breath and bone.

Guru Arjun gave his life to stand for what was right.
He was burnt and tortured five long days and nights.

He could have stopped it anytime just by giving in.
His strength a solid wall; he never gave an inch at all!

Sons of the Khalsa remember those who died;
Stood their ground until their last breath,
So we who live now might live free lives.

A princess is not royal by birth or blood inside,
But if her family's home is Anandpur Sahib,
She'll walk with such a grace and strength,The world will bow in awe.
Until the Mountains fall, we won't give an inch at all!

Daughter of the Khalsa, in your strength our future lies,
Give our children fearless minds to see the world through the Guru's eyes.

On Bhaisaki day we were thousands, but only five had the courage for dying.
Then one brave man, one flashing sword, turned us all to lions.

And now we live his legacy, to die before we fall;
And like the five who answered his call, we can't turn back at all.

Stand as the Khalsa, strong as steel, steady as stone;
Give our lives to God and Guru, mind and soul, breath and bone.

The tenth Guru gave even his sons to give the Khalsa life.
His words stand like mountains against the winds of time;
That Khalsa will rule the world; all will be safe in it's fold,
But if the Khalsa falls, there won't be a world at all!

Stand as the Khalsa, strong as steel, steady as stone;
Give our lives to God and Guru, mind and soul, breath and bone.
Give our lives to God and Guru, mind and soul are his alone.

GuruMustuk S. Khalsa
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