When the land of luxury was in shackles,

Blood spilt everywhere with countless battles.

When the lights went off, a cover from gore,

Here rose our hope, the fearless Tiger of Mysore.

Toppling the patriarchy, facing a whole nation,

He wanted his land back, filled with determination.

He saw his companions die in gore filled wars,

The winds have changed as the mighty tiger roars.

A king converted into a slave, prosperity turned to poverty,

The tiger remained a tiger, the dauntless Indian sovereignty.

His body demised, but his soul stayed alive,

This tiger is on the prowl and will never cease to thrive.