March Ye forward, O Indian sepoy! br ’Tis wartime again on land, sea and sky; br Our foes occupy the Kargil hills O boy! br And mountains and vales, where war-planes can’t fly. br br March Ye forward, O Indian soldier! br The north-west sky is filled with smoke and fire; br Kashmir’s vale’s at stake, so is the frontier; br The enemy has the vantage, not attire. br br March Ye forward, O Indian jawan; br Ye flush out the intruders everyone; br Climb the mountains by night and strike by dawn; br Give thy precious life to silence their gun.