Fire welcomed her with open hands.Hurling huge boulders onto the fortress using their catapults
Khilji's army forced out the Rajput warriors of Chittorgarh
Hoisting their shields, brandishing their swords
Towing their lances, charging on their horse
The bloodthirsty forces clashed and collided
Leaving several thousands mutilated and dead.
The cyclone from Delhi has eyed this paradise
Khilji has waited for this very moment all his life.
Rana Ratan Singh, was at the tip of his spear
He plunged it into the chest of Rana's charioteer.
Rana descended with saber and shield
Fighting on foot in an unforgiving battlefield
Thumping and tangling cold-blooded steel
Struggling to sweep the enemy by the heel.
The mounted sultan had a clear edge
His horse toppled Rana and trampled his head
Without sparing a moment's relief, Khilji strikes
Hit by a dozen arrows, Rana lay paralyzed
Fallen Rana was decapitated
All Rajput men were annihilated.
The grave news was delivered to expecting wives
Rani Padmavati summoned them and said
"Surrender? What is life without pride?
Haven't our men fought bravely and died?
Khilji won't get what he desired!
We'll become one with fire and fly."
Padmaavati's words turned veiled women into iron clad knights
They all cried out in unison and prepared for their final rights.
Khilji eventually knocked the doors down
Only to see his passion and his love burn in front of his sight.
Padmaavati gladly walked into the inferno
Other women followed her in a row
Fire welcomed her with open hands
Spreading her story throughout the lands