Akaal: The Unconquered (ਅਕਾਲ: ਅਣਜਿੱਤ)

Maha Singh Ji!

What? What happened?

Sire, he lives.

He is alive.

He is alive.

He is alive.

He is alive.

He is alive.

He is alive.

The kachehra (Sikh underwear) the Afghani army saw and fled from -

This is no ordinary kachehra.

It belongs to Hari Singh Nalwe.

After the death of Hari Singh Nalwe,

whenever the Afghani army approached to attack his fort,

his Singhs would hang out Hari Singh Nalwe's kachehra to dry.

And in doing so, they would leave the Afghani army's throats dry with fear.

Bole So Nihal...

Sat Shri Akaal...

Glory to the Lion of Punjab!

Glory to the Lion of Punjab!

Glory to the Lion of Punjab!

Glory to the Lion of Punjab!

Though the loss of Hari Singh Nalwe left Maharaja Ranjit Singh heartbroken,

he held Punjab firmly in his grasp,

his sword lending him strength as long as life endured within him.

Glory to Maharaja Ranjit Singh Ji!

Glory to Maharaja Ranjit Singh Ji!

Glory to Maharaja Ranjit Singh Ji!

But when the Lion of Punjab departed,

it felt as though Punjab had been left orphaned.

At a time when Punjab had no heir,

the land was battered under the weight of countless invasions from distant lands.

Thieves, robbers, dacoits, bandits and above all,

Marauders!

They knew no religion, no faith, no humanity.

The five enemies of man - anger, greed, lust, attachment, and arrogance -

were their constant companions.

They crossed the river,

leaving a trail of blood in their wake,

with no respect for age.

The one who set out with the dream of conquering the world was none other than

the leader of the marauders,

Jungi Jahana.

The presence of Jungi was so formidable that

if he gazed towards the sky with just one glance,

even the heavens themselves would tremble in fear.

Attacking unarmed people is the easiest thing to do.

God, grant me strength.

Father!

Sire, spare my father's life. Please, spare my father's life.

Take these jewels instead.

Please spare my father's life.

Take these jewels instead.

You should have brought them sooner.

Father...

Father!

I cannot take grains from you now, can I?

On one side of the river, Jungi had unleashed havoc,

and on the other side, today, for the first time,

with her army to display her power

came Kattro, Jungi Jahana's elder sister.

This is Dara Baksh -

Jungi Jahana's brother-in-law and Kattro's husband.

This is Doggar -

Dara Baksh's younger brother.

Have it.

Serve me lunch,

I will get it right away.

I'm famished.

Running a village isn't easy.

We rule in name only.

What Baba Hazura Singh says, is law here.

Listen,

You might want to use less salt in the lentils;

Daan Singh's tongue is already quite salty!

Where's my brave boy, Bachna?

You should feel him well.

After me, he will take charge of the village's affairs.

Of course, but it will be Akaal Singh who will rule.

Your tongue is like a scorpion's tail,

always spewing venom.

Holding the position and truly governing are two different matters, Brother Ghulab Singh.

You know the respect Baba Hazura commands here,

and his disciple is equally revered.

Do you truly believe they will allow Bachna to take charge?

I urge you to act against them,

for Bachna's sake at least.

Mother, give me something to eat, I'm starving.

You should have watched my sword in action today.

Wonderful.

You should give him something nourishing to eat.

Okay.

Remember, son, no matter what, don't let Akaal Singh intimidate you.

You should take some time out and watch me in action, Father.

I will never let Akaal Singh win.

And your father will never let Hazura Singh win.

Do not worry, I will deal with them soon.

The Ranjit Nagara drum is playing...

this early in the morning?

When the Ranjit Nagara plays without the Chief's orders,

what kind of authority does the Chief truly hold?

Opportunities to prove your authority are rare, Brother Ghulab Singh.

And now is your chance to seize it.

Bole So Nihal...

Sat Shri Akaal...

Baba Hazura Singh commanded to play the Ranjit Nagara.

There must be a grave reason behind it.

Marauders.

Huh? Marauders?

Marauders?

Alright then, Hazura Singh Ji.

I, Daan Singh, and all of us Singh,

will move forward and face the enemy head-on.

You, Bachan Singh, and the rest of the Singh from

the village will stay here and wait for our next orders.

The Khalsa belongs to God and victory belongs to God!

I believe that if the women and children stay behind,

it will be easier to protect them from danger.

Uncle, only the weak need protection.

Once the words 'Singh' and 'Kaur' are added to a name,

there is no place for hesitation, doubt, or exceptions in the hearts of the Khalsa.

This is the firm resolve of the Kaurs,

We will fight in the battle with equal strength.

There is no doubt about it, Sahej Kaur ji.

It is the Panth (creed)'s tradition that

no individual can ever lose the opportunity to serve others.

Everything else is fine,

but following the Chief's strategy will be for the greater good of all.

Very well, Hazura Singh Ji, the Kaurs will stay here with you.

Remember, Singhs,

the enemy at the village's edge should not be given a moment's rest.

Let us proceed.

Bole So nihal...

Sat Shri Akaal...

The one who enters this world must eventually leave it,

and the noble act of granting death falls to us - Marauders.

We should take pride in it!

We will make the Khalsas meet death!

I wish to see every head that dares to rise against us,

hanging from the edge of your swords!

Deena's unit will launch the first attack from the front,

and I shall lead the charge in the second attack.

Deena does not think it will be required.

Deena is the other name of doom.

The cries of anguish from the enemy's ranks must reach Deena's ears!

The Khalsa belongs to God..

And victory belongs to God!

We apologize for the delay.

What orders do you have for us?

Wait.

Daan Singh!

He should not escape!

I want his head!

Father!

Hazura Singh Ji,

their women fight in battle just like warriors.

Daan Singh's head was severed by one such woman in a single strike.

Heed my advice -

let us retreat from here and save the young, the old, and the women.

Those who flee from the battlefield find no ground, Uncle.

History bears witness that nature has never created a battlefield

where even a single Singh has turned tail and run.

Come on, Uncle,

let us move forward

and inform the enemy the principle of the Khalsa:

To humble hearts, we bring a meal;

To arrogant souls, our swords reveal!

Bole So nihal...

Sat Shri Akaal...

He is the unconquered, Akaal!

He is the unconquered, Akaal!

He is the unconquered, Akaal!

He is the unconquered, Akaal!

The one who stays undefeated is Akaal, the unconquered.

The one who cannot be destroyed is Akaal, the unconquered.

He is the unconquered, Akaal!

The one who stays undefeated is Akaal, the unconquered.

The one who cannot be destroyed is Akaal, the unconquered.

He is the unconquered, Akaal!

The one who stays undefeated is Akaal, the unconquered.

The one who cannot be destroyed is Akaal, the unconquered.

He is the unconquered, Akaal!

We stand prepared to give our lives away,

We'll guard Khalsa's honor, come what may.

Our egos remain humbled always,

But our intellect soars, untamed.

He is the unconquered, Akaal!

We stand prepared to give our lives away,

We'll guard Khalsa's honor, come what may.

Our egos remain humbled always,

But our intellect soars, untamed.

He is the unconquered, Akaal!

You turn the blades of swords with grace,

This one dances on the edges of a blade,

This one can face a thousand strong,

You turn the blades of swords with grace,

You hold Guru Gobind Singh Ji's blessings lifelong.

He is the unconquered, Akaal!

He is the unconquered, Akaal!

He is the unconquered, Akaal!