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The tale of Somnath temple begins with the love of the lord of Moon, Chandra Dev.

He fell deeply in love with the beautiful Goddess Rohini,

daughter of Daksha Prajapati.

Daksha Prajapati, son of Brahma.

Rohini, feeling slighted by the attention Chandra Dev gave to her sisters,

voiced her sorrow to her father.

Despite a warning, Chandra Dev remained unchanged in his actions.

In his wrath, Daksha Prajapati cursed Chandra Dev,

stripping him of his radiance.

Distressed by the curse,

Chandra Dev sought the counsel of Brahma.

Brahma guided him to the sacred Prabhas Tirth in Gujarat,

There, Brahma advised, Chandra Dev should offer his devotion to Shiva,

for only Shiva could lift the curse.

Heeding this counsel, Chandra Dev embarked on a journey to worship Shiva.

Moved by his unwavering devotion,

Shiva released Chandra Dev from Daksha Prajapati's curse.

As a token of gratitude,

Chandra Dev constructed a magnificent golden temple in Shiva's honor.

This temple would rise to become the first

and most venerated of the twelve Jyotirlingas.

Thus, the temple came to be known as Somnath.

Hamir!

Hamir!

Mother!

Hamir?

Yes, Mother?

Do you know who He is?

He is Lord Shiva, isn't He, Mother?

Uh-uh, He is not just Lord Shiva,

He is also our protector.

He has always shielded us from harm.

And He will continue to protect you as well.

He will protect me too?

Hmm.

How, Mother?

Whenever you face hardship,

just call out with all your heart

Har Har Mahadev! (Everyone is an embodiment of Lord Shiva)

Har Har Mahadev...

Not like that.

Say it louder.

Har Har Mahadev!

Louder!

Har Har Mahadev!!

Even louder.

Har Har Mahadev!!!

Har Har Mahadev!!!

Har Har Mahadev!!!

Har Har Mahadev!!!

This is the tale of a time when invaders from distant lands

ravaged our country, our people, and our wealth.

Their greed grew with each passing day, and soon...

they sought to steal our very religion!

The proud and vibrant saffron-colored Bharat began to fade,

slowly giving way to a new hue of green.

Many years ago, Tughlaq began his reign of tyranny over the land

and people of Bharat!

A sinister plot was set in motion to erase Hindus and Hindutva

from the soil of Hindus itself.

Yet, amid this darkness, there were many brave souls,

who with unwavering pride, were prepared to lay down their lives for their motherland.

And this is the eternal saga of one such valiant son of Bharat.

Come out. Come out.

Let me daughter go.

-Let her go. -Let me go.

Come with me. Come on.

Who are you?

Mother.

Help.

- Mother. - Leave me.

She is a little child. Let her go.

Bow your head, slave.

Bow your head, I said!

Bow down!

Keep quiet.

Leave me.

You...!

Who are you?

It is I who should be asking you that.

In your kingdom,

the Tughlaqi are freely committing atrocities against our Hindu sisters,

and you stand by, doing nothing.

Imprudent scoundrel, bow your head and talk.

This head bows only before two:

One is my mother,

and the other is Mahadev.

Who are you?... introduce yourself.

My name is...

Hamirji Gohil.

Hamirji Gohil

- Dudaji and Arjanji's younger brother?

Oh, you're not ready yet...

we must go for prayer soon.

I'll be ready, I'll be ready soon.

Villagers bring their troubles to me,

so I thought I should check on them first.

Wonderful!

Hey!

What happened?

This is not for you.

Hey!

Oh, why are you waiting for him?

He never thinks of his sister-in-law, and here you are,

making Sukhadi (sweets) for him every year.

He must be in some trouble,

for my Hamir cannot stay away from me.

This is between you and your Hamir.

Look, Arjanji has come as well.

You talk some sense to your sister-in-law.

What happened? Why do you look so worried?

Brother, the Tughlaq soldiers tried

to destroy the temples of the Bhil people,

and they know the Bhils won't sit idly by.

That's why the Tughlaq soldiers want us

to join them in fighting the Bhils.

Never!

We will never support this cruel reign.

Ruling over Hindustan

is very easy, Gulfaam.

Yes, Sultan.

These idol worshippers are divided

by many different beliefs...

and this is their greatest weakness.

Many states are not yet ready to join us.

I have offered them many chances

to join the Tughlaq kingdom,

but they refused to heed my commands.

Now, if they want war,

then war it shall be.

Your Majesty, because of these wars,

the Tughlaq treasury is running low.

Your Majesty, the soldiers haven't been paid for the past two months.

I fear that, someday, our own people might rise against us.

Chief Minister, do not worry...

I have a pawn...

who will make my dream of ruling all of Hindustan a reality.

Your Majesty, I know who you are referring to...

Mir-e-Baksh Jalaluddin Zafar!

I have seen many commanders,

but none as ruthless and cruel as him.

He is a devil in flesh.

Sultan! Sultan!

What should I make of this disrespect, Wasim?

Pardon my impertinence, Your Majesty.

He died in the battle of Banera.

Who?

Who died?

Your Majesty...

Mir-e-Baksh Zafar is dead!

Very well done, Daamji!

What a beautiful gift you have given me!

Thank you, Maharaj.

Daamji, I am pleased with your bravery.

I grant you 12 acres of land outside Banera as a reward.

Step aside!

The price of Zafar's death,

just 12 acres?

Daamji... Daamji, the sword.

Daamji, give me the sword!

Daamji, give me the sword!

Twelve acres is what Zafar would give as charity, Maharaj...

The price I paid for this sword of Daamji...

is 100 acres.

Do not worry, Madhavji...

No one will lay a hand on your women,

except Zafar.

Zafar!

The devil never dies.

Neither the one inside nor the one outside.

May the Sultan's flag soar high!

May the Sultan's flag soar high!

May the Sultan's flag soar high!

May the Sultan's flag soar high!

I had heard you were blessed with martyrdom.

I am glad to see you alive.

No one can kill this devil.

Another offering for the Sultan from Zafar.

Madhav Singh.

The Maharaja of Banera.

To make the Sultan's harem even more lavish,

vibrant, and beautiful,

I present to you the rarest of jewels from the infidels.

Well done, Zafar.

This is nothing, Sultan...

I would lay down my life for this throne.

This is exactly what we expect from you.

And Zafar will always fulfill your expectations.

May the Sultan's flag soar high!

May the Sultan's flag soar high!

- Check. - Hmm.

Zafar, I want you to head towards the west now.

The greatest wealth

in Hindustan lies in its temples.

And of all the temples,

the one with the most gold is Somnath.

But remember,

the people there are devotees of Shiva.

It will not be easy to make Shiva's devotees bow.

Checkmate, Sultan.

Chess is a remarkable game.

Even a humble pawn can topple a Sul...

a king.

Sometimes, not always.

I trust you will not fail me.

Sultan.

Brother, the Sultan cannot even pay the soldiers,

yet he sends us to fight in Saurashtra?

Zamrur,

you are younger than me,

and you always will be.

The Sultan may not have money,

but he gave me the key to the treasure before he left.

And whoever holds the treasure, commands the...

Army.

Well done.

Look there.

The throne of Delhi is moving towards me.

Soon, you too will have

to call me Sultan.

And what is this key, Br... Sultan?

Somnath.

Prepare to leave for Saurashtra, Rasool.

Yes, Sultan.

Har Har Mahadev!

Saurashtra, filled with joy,

remained unaware that a storm named Zafar would soon arrive.

Come on!

Move aside!

Embrace Islam, Pundit!

No, stop!

Your life will change for the better.

Qazi!

- Stay back, Pundit! - What are you doing? No!

Uproot the Shivling!

Lift it!

Lift it high!

This cannot be happening!

What are you doing?

You will bring sin upon yourself.

Vegdaji!

Come on!

Har Har Mahadev!!!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!!!

Vegdaji, today you have saved our temple from destruction.

May Mahadev grant all your desires.

Mahadev has blessed me with the chance to serve Him.

For a true devotee of Shiva, this is more than enough.

Farewell.

Har Har Mahadev!

Good-for-nothing! Of no use whatsoever!

Completely devoid of responsibility!

Brother, please, let it go.

He shall not stray from here any longer.

Yet, we must still make him see reason, do we not?

Arjanji, she was our mother too.

We too grieved her loss,

yet we did not abandon our home as he did.

The weight of Arthila's fate rested solely upon our shoulders.

When shall he come to realize his duties?

In time, he will come to understand, Brother.

He is but a child.

- A mere child? - Yes.

Him?

He towers taller by the day, and still, you call him a mere child?

Brother, he does understand.

He shall not leave the house.

Today, we celebrate the festival of Navratri.

It is a day of great auspiciousness.

Hamir, go get ready for the Garba.

Go on.

Your steps are full of twist and spin,

You sway and swing as the rhythm begins,

Oh fair maiden, in the Garba dance,

Come on! Come on!

The drums and cymbals...

Along with drums and cymbals, her anklets ring,

The men and women dance and sing.

The drums and cymbals...

Along with drums and cymbals, her anklets ring,

The men and women dance and sing.

The drummer plays the drums and Nagara on beat,

The sound of 'Dhin dhin dhin' repeats.

Radha dances with Kanhaiya,

To the sound of drums in sweet euphoria.

As the sweet love music plays,

My girl dances in graceful ways.

With love's thread from the skies above,

Radha, you've bound me in your endless love.

The drummer plays the drums and Nagara on beat,

The sound of 'Dhin dhin dhin' repeats.

Join the Garba,

And dance with me.

The kohl in her eyes is so deep,

It has made the Garba night feel steep,

My heart and my soul are drenched in your love's embrace,

My flute plays the same tune in a never-ending trace.

You try to charm me with words so sweet and fine,

I know it's your trick, my love divine.

The drummer plays the drums and Nagara on beat,

The sound of 'Dhin dhin dhin' repeats.

Radha dances with Kanhaiya,

To the sound of drums in sweet euphoria. Come on, everyone!

The drums and cymbals...

Along with drums and cymbals, her anklets ring,

The men and women dance and sing.

Lost in love tonight,

With her beloved by her side,

Lost in love tonight,

With her beloved by her side,

This crazy girl dances with pride!

Along with drums and cymbals, her anklets ring,

The men and women dance and sing.

Along with drums and cymbals, her anklets ring,

Zafar had now set foot in the heart of Saurashtra.

After ravaging the sacred temples and vast kingdoms of Marwar,

he had stormed through Mewar,

and now he advanced toward the Patan.

I came to gift this land a touch of green,

but your unyielding defiance has stained it red with blood, Khambaji.

Before you is a Rajput,

and a Rajput never backs down from a challenge.

Your challenges, however, were no match.

I anticipated a battle that would stretch over a week,

yet within mere hours,

you were all kneeling before me.

Father!

Hmm.

Rasool,

they say Khambaji can sever his enemies' heads while blindfolded.

Shall we play a game, Khambaji?

If you triumph,

I shall release you all.

But if you fall,

you must embrace Islam.

Do you accept?

I accept.

Well done.

- Go! - What are you doing?!

May the sacrifice of this child find acceptance in this jihad for Islam.

May the Sultan's flag soar high!

But enough about me, tell me about yourself.

Did you find a girl you like?

Yes.

Yes?! Who is she?

I don't know.

What is her name?

I don't know.

Where does she live?

Tell me something, anything.

What... Who is she?

I saw her face only for a moment.

Her eyes...

they were like those of a lioness.

Brother.

It must be true love, Brother.

For before me stands a lioness, in the flesh.

Run for your life.

Don't move, Lakha.

She is the lioness of Gir,

and she is wounded.

Hey...

Where did he go?

Har Har Mahadev!

Har...

Come on, children,

take your hens and go.

Leave now.

You need to rest.

You were struck by a poison-tipped arrow.

Who is that?

Whose voice is that?

She is a grieving soul,

forever reciting Marsiya (elegy).

But it is a mourning song for a brave warrior.

Yes.

Many years ago,

her son perished in battle.

Yet this sorrowful soul still cannot forget him.

You are finally here.

I have waited for you for so long.

You were always meant to come here.

This is your fate.

Come here.

You didn't come here by choice;

you were brought here.

Who brought me here?

Look over there.

It is He who sits there, the Lord of all beings.

This place is but a stop, not your final destination.

Who can say where your true path leads?

Only He knows.

Your journey lies beyond.

What He desires will come to pass.

She is Charan Jagdamba.

They say she sees what no one else can.

By the way, thank you for saving my friend's life that day.

And thank you for being there.

Hey...

Why were you saving that lioness that day?

I never spare those who harms an animal.

That lioness was pregnant,

and those soldiers wanted to kill her to make a shoe for their king!

You are quite brave.

Brave she is,

but who are you?

- Well, I... - Father, he is the one...

The one I told you about the other day?

He has a name, doesn't he?

My name is Hamir.

You are fortunate.

Mahadev saved your life.

Father, he is the one who saved those innocent girls that day.

Thank you.

You have come on a very auspicious day.

Today is the day we honor our family deity.

Be sure to seek the deity's blessings before you leave.

So, Hamir.

That's your name, isn't it?

Why, do you have any doubts?

Oh, I have many.

Because your stature and build don't quite align with your name.

Sister!

How about a tussle with me as well?

Did you call me, sister?

Yes!

What?

I told you, you're too lean; you need more muscle.

Learn from my father —

how he sent you flying and brought you down with such force!

Go and work on your body.

You came here and were defeated by him in no time.

I could have defeated your father,

but it would have broken this lioness's heart.

At times, winning brings nothing,

I want to melt in your embrace,

but in losing, you may gain everything.

I want to dissolve in your arms without a trace.

I want to melt in your embrace,

I want to dissolve in your arms without a trace.

To live in love's arms,

Singing sweet songs,

Yes, singing all along.

Listen, listen, can you hear?

Listen, listen, can you hear?

I am speechless, dear.

The sky stands still,

You dwell within my heartbeat.

I am speechless, dear.

The sky stands still,

You dwell within my heartbeat.

In the dark sky's veil,

You're like a gust of a wind so frail.

I want to melt in your embrace,

I want to dissolve in your arms without a trace.

I want to melt in your embrace,

I want to dissolve in your arms without a trace.

Your eyes are guarded by lashes so fine,

Your beautiful face has a shy smile.

Your simplicity holds secrets untold,

I'm the dark night, you're the morning gold.

In the blood's fierce tide,

It's you, always by my side.

I struck him.

Then, the enemy charged from the front.

I seized this staff.

You don't believe me?

I took it, and then...

Who are you?

The manner in which you fought...

no soul in this land could match it.

Only a seasoned warrior could have achieved such a feat.

- No, I... - Who are you?

Tell me the truth.

Who are you?

Look, I cannot lie to you.

I have come for...

Hamir, Don't you worry.

Hamir, run! Run, Hamir, run!

- Go, Hamir! Leave this to me! - Lakha!

What's the matter?

Ouch!

Why didn't you run?

Who are you?

The younger brother of Maharaj Dudaji and Arjanji of Arthila...

Our Prince, Veer Hamirji Gohil!

What is the Prince doing among us?

He must be here to spy on us.

These men seek only to destroy the forests

and slay the creatures for their own gain.

I came not to deceive, nor to spy, Uncle.

I am here for but one purpose...

Rajal!

- How dare you! - A daughter of our tribe! Halt!

Badri, retreat.

All of you, step away!

Go.

He is lying.

To trust a royal is to welcome death itself.

Vegdaji, he is not one of our own.

He must not return alive.

We won't spare him!

- Kill him! - No! Stop!

Stop right there!

Step back!

He saved the daughters of our village.

He honored our deity, Mahadev, alongside us.

If I ever see you near this village again,

then I'll sever your head!

Leave this place.

Leave at once!

What the...?

I know this is my fault.

Oh God!

It's your lioness.

My Rukmani is far better than her.

At least she doesn't hurt me. This one keeps shooting arrows at us.

Please, just hear me out.

Why did you pretend to love me if you planned to leave?

Why did you play with my heart?

Now that I've...

fallen for you, you're leaving?

Why didn't you think of me, even once?

My lioness...

I will return.

I'll come back soon and marry you.

I don't trust you.

You have my word.

And Hamir never breaks his word.

You have no care for me.

You always abandon your sister-in-law and wander off.

Where do you go?

Come here.

Swear before Him

that you will never leave your sister-in-law again.

Sister-in-law, I am not going anywhere.

No, first, give me your word.

Sit with me, Sister-in-law.

But...

You have my word.

I won't leave you.

Hmm?

What happened, son?

I am really missing mother today.

Will you sing the lullaby Mother used to sing to me?

Bharat, the guru of the world...

As your ancestors where once Lord Ram reigned,

And Hanuman's devotion forever sustained,

On the sacred soil of this land,

Rejoice, for Bharat where your life began.

You are a Hindu, be proud,

Respect every woman all around.

Place the sacred soil upon your brow,

Bow to this earth with reverence now.

You are a child of Shakti and Shiva,

The blood of the Gods flows in you as strong as rivers.

You bring doom to your enemies' way,

You are a brave warrior, a true patriot.

You are born on this sacred ground,

Lord Shiva's blessing in you is found.

You embrace all, both far and near,

A citizen of this land, you are great, my dear.

Zafar's cruelty intensifies with each passing day.

Arjanji, we must remain vigilant.

- Yes, Brother. - Hamir...

Hamir!

Hamir!!!

Yes, Brother?

Zafar's army has killed the king of Junagarh.

When did this happen?

He will likely set his sights on Arthila next.

Brother will take control of this region.

I have assigned Arjanji to other villages.

Hamir, you must take charge of Samthiyala.

It is now your duty to protect that village.

When do I leave?

Immediately.

I see wrath in his gaze.

Do you intend to kill the Sultan?

Want to kill me?

Go ahead.

Wait, I shall give you my dagger.

Take it, Priest, and kill me.

Here.

Take it.

Come now, how will you kill me if you refuse the dagger?

Qazi, what is it that these infidels speak?

Sultan, the mantras.

Yes.

Do you intend to kill me with your mantras?

Take the dagger.

Does anyone here wish to attempt?

I, too, wish to know fear.

I, too, wish to tremble in fear.

Just as you are.

No?

What were you telling me the other day, Qazi?

Sultan, Ahimsa Paramo Dharma.

This is their greatest affliction.

Ahimsa Paramo Dharma!

Recite the full verse, Qazi.

Ahimsa Paramo Dharma,

Dharma Himsa Tathaiva cha.

Non-violence is the highest duty of man,

but to protect righteousness,

violence becomes a nobler duty.

Who are you, scoundrel?

A warrior's true mark is not his name,

but the blood upon his sword.

Zafar, this is our land, the land of Shiva,

the land of Somnath,

and above all, the land of the saffron.

And he is the son of this sacred saffron soil,

Hamirji Gohil.

Rasool.

Hamir Gohil...

is brave.

At last, in this land of Shiva, I have found a true warrior.

Only a true warrior may speak of bravery.

In my eyes, one who mocks a priest can never be a true hero.

Qazi?

It means to make fun of someone. It means mockery, Sultan.

To play with someone's emotions.

Ah!

Mockery!

I like it.

Let us indulge in mockery, then.

Let us see if saffron prevails over the green.

Do you accept the challenge?

I accept.

The one who crosses that green flag first

shall be declared the victor.

This... this is deceit.

This is no deceit, this is mockery.

Har Har Mahadev!

- Yes! - Har Har Mahadev!

We won! We won!

Har Har Mahadev!

Yes!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

What words did that whelp say?

"This is our land, the land of Somnath,

the land of Shiva."

Qazi!

Yes my Lord.

These Hindus confound me.

He was making a lot of noise.

Tell me, Rasool,

who is this Shiva?

Shiva is a deity venerated by the Hindus, Brother.

Hmm.

They revere a stone in their rituals.

The Hindus worship many stones;

which one do you speak of?

It is a black stone, Brother, to which they smear cinder.

What is cinder?

What is cinder, Qazi?

Ashes, my lord.

Ashes.

Yes.

How wondrous.

Ashes.

Then do me a favour and reduce this land of Shiva,

this village,

and all within it to ashes.

Ashes.

This was the retribution for his praise of your courage.

The merciless fiend severed his tongue.

Wretch!

What did you say, huh?

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

Speak it now, and say it aloud!

Say: Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

You swore to protect us!

That cruel oppressor reduced the village to ashes.

All is finished.

It is all over.

The elderly, the women, the children...

They slaughtered all.

All have perished.

None were spared.

I, Hamir Gohil,

swear to you all:

no enemy shall set foot in this village again.

As long as my breath endures,

none shall cast an ill gaze upon this land.

From this day forth, none shall pay taxes in Saurashtra.

Shambhu!

Let this news spread far and wide.

Dharma Himsa Tathaiva cha.

Rajal?

What happened, Father? Why do you look so troubled?

My dear, your grief is mine to bear.

What sorrow could I possibly have, Father?

I am... I am very happy.

You would lie to your own father?

What is it you feel for that outsider?

I thought I would be both mother and father to you.

I failed to be either —

a mother or a good father.

Father, I don't know

what a mother's love feels like,

but I do know

this that it would never compare to the love you gave me.

Today, I can say with pride

that I am your daughter.

And that is my truth, Father.

My dear, truth is

what I will tell you now.

This Vegdaji that you see became what he is for a reason.

Around twenty years ago,

we, the Bhils, would rob from the wealthy kings and give to the poor.

One day,

deep in the jungle,

we had a clash with a Jethwa Rajput.

That king was on the brink of death

when he told me

If you kill her too,

that the Tughlaq army had slain his entire family.

how will you be any different from the Tughlaq army?

Somehow, he had escaped along with his young daughter.

She is all I have left in this world.

Take care of her.

You are bound by Mahadev's sacred oath.

And with those words, he entrusted the child to me.

And thus, Vegda was changed forever.

I renounced all my wrongdoings

and devoted my life to your happiness

and to the worship of Mahadev.

My dear...

Please forgive me.

Forgive me for keeping this truth from you.

Please, forgive me, my child.

Do not offer me hollow counsel, Qazi.

My brother's command is my foremost duty.

You fail to understand what I am trying to convey.

My lord! My lord!

The people from all surrounding villages have risen in rebellion.

Marvelous!

This is precisely what I desired.

Pardon my impertinence, my lord,

you set that village aflame,

but that very fire has ignited a spark

that could grow into an unstoppable blaze.

Hamir Gohil.

Yes, yes, my lord.

He is uniting the masses, becoming the strength of all.

Qazi,

have you ever pondered what gives Hamir Gohil his strength?

No, my lord.

Har Har Mahadev!

What is the night that Shiva's followers celebrate?

Shivratri!

Yes, Shivratri!

This time, I too shall observe...

Shivratri!

[Sanskrit Chants]

The one who sings Lord Shiva's Aarti with devotion,

Receives happiness in body, mind, and wealth in motion.

Shivaya Shivaya, Shiva is Karma,

Shiva is the end, and Shiva is the Dharma.

Shambhu Har Har! Shambhu Har Har!

Shambhu Har Har, echoes everywhere!

Shambhu Har Har! Shambhu Har Har!

Shambhu Har Har, echoes everywhere!

Ashes adorn His body,

The serpent wraps as His glory,

A tiger skin serves as His seat,

The crescent moon rests upon His head with ease.

Dam Dadam Dadam Dadam Dam,

The rhythmic beat of the Damru hums,

Har Har Har Har Har Har,

The Anhad Naad, the unstruck sound, resounds afar.

Shambhu Har Har! Shambhu Har Har!

Shambhu Har Har, echoes everywhere!

- Glory be to Lord Shiva! - Shambhu Har Har! Shambhu Har Har!

Glory be to Lord Shiva!

What did you infidels believe?

That Sultan Zafar Khan would remain silent after you refuse to pay the taxes?

Mir-E-Baksh Jallaludin Zafar Khan!

You have sealed your own fate by defying him.

From this day forth, you shall cease all celebrations!

No more Shivratri for you!

From now on, you will pay taxes

to Sultan Jallaludin Zafar Khan to enter your temples!

Where is he?

I do not see the one who challenged the taxation today.

Is his blood not stirring now?

Or is he hiding behind his sister-in-law?

- No! - Brother!

No...

Zamrur,

my younger brother,

will you not share a drink with me today?

Will you not raise a cup with your brother?

He killed my brother.

He took my brother's life.

I demand the blood of these infidels.

Zafar seeks his vengeance.

Qazi!

Prepare the army.

Now...

Now villages will burn.

Their temples will be laid to ruin.

Somnath will be reduced to rubble.

Hindu bloodline will be extinguished.

I shall cleave them into countless pieces,

so that even their descendants will spend

their lives searching for what remains of them.

I swear this to you, my brother.

I will place you

where their god once stood.

I will raise your mausoleum atop that very temple.

Yes.

Allah is the greatest!

Allah is the greatest!

Allah is the greatest!

We are on the brink of disaster.

Zafar Khan has sworn to tear down the Somnath temple.

All of this has come about because of Hamir.

It is entirely his fault.

Had Hamir not challenged Zafar Khan,

he would never have set his sights on attacking our Somnath.

What are you saying?

Whatever Hamir did, he did it for all of you.

Just think,

we were taxed simply for being Hindus.

And yet, they would take our daughters, our children.

All of you must support Hamir.

- You must stand with him. - LAKHA!

Why do you not understand, Hamir?

Why can't you see?

We cannot fight them.

We cannot. We do not have the strength.

No one will stand with us.

I do not care if no one else stands with him—

I stand with my brother.

Lakha...!

I too stand with Hamir!

He is my younger brother.

But...

I cannot bear to watch my village

and my people be consumed by flames.

That devil will end them all.

He will kill them.

Brother,

please, forgive me.

All of this has come to pass because of me.

But this is about Somnath.

I will not allow Zafar to take even a single stone from Somnath.

I will face him alone.

From this moment forth, no innocent soul shall perish.

Now, the only blood that shall be spilled will be Hamir's.

Stop.

My son was pierced by swords.

But had I two more sons,

I would have sent them alongside Hamir to follow the path of Dharma.

Hamir, they set my children ablaze,

and I was powerless to stop it.

My father was torn apart,

and I still search for what remains of him.

But now, they seek to desecrate the Somnath temple.

Somnath is our belief, our very identity.

We shall not allow it to be destroyed!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

Be victorious.

Forgive me, Hamir,

for the words I spoke in my anger.

You are not alone, Hamir.

Your brothers stand beside you.

We too shall march with you to protect the Somnath temple.

No, Brother.

The people of Arthila need you now.

Zafar cannot be trusted.

He may strike anywhere, at any time.

Let me go.

When did you grow so wise...

I scarcely realized it.

Hamir!

You all...?

Yes, Hamir.

We will fight alongside you to safeguard the Somnath temple.

But this is my battle,

and I shall face him alone.

We have always stood united,

and we shall fight as one.

- Right? - Right.

Namah Parvati Pataye

- Har Har Mahadev! - Har Har Mahadev!

This voice, haven't heard a voice like this in my life.

But I have, Shambhu.

Hamir never breaks his word.

Were you planning to leave without seeing me?

I do not know what awaits in this battle for Dharma.

I may not return.

You've already contemplated the consequences of this battle before it even began?

Did you consider me a weakness?

I wish to be your strength,

by being your wife,

even if only for a single day.

I cannot be so selfish.

I am not selfish either.

But I do not want to be the reason a Rajput fails to keep his word.

Think of your father, Rajal.

Would any father wish to marry his daughter

- to a man who is doomed to die? - No.

It will be my good fortune.

I am a warrior, and my fate is uncertain.

You must be the first father in the world

who would allow his daughter to marry me, knowing that truth.

The father who will be known

for his daughter's sacrifice.

[Wedding Chants]

[Sanskrit Chants]

Let us bind ourselves in this sacred bond.

Let us bind ourselves in this sacred bond.

So what if tomorrow doesn't come?

So what if tomorrow doesn't come?

You are the sacred prayer I count upon.

So what if tomorrow doesn't come?

Let us bind ourselves in this sacred bond.

Let us bind ourselves in this sacred bond.

How are we tied

in this bond so pure?

Like earth, sky, fire, air, and water's allure,

You are my divine strength and core,

My life... isn't mine anymore.

The mirror of love,

It's you,

It's you.

The complete surrender of love,

It's you.

It's you.

We may unite,

But not forever stay,

So what if it happens that way?

Let us bind ourselves in this sacred bond.

Let us bind ourselves in this sacred bond.

Let us bind ourselves in this sacred bond.

Son,

had Rajal's father been alive today,

he would have sent her off with treasures beyond measure!

But I am but a humble Bhil.

All I can offer my daughter on her new journey is a promise.

As long as Vegda stands,

no harm shall befall her husband.

Not just I, but every Bhil

will stand with you to protect the Somnath temple.

And should Zafar come with an army of thousands,

he will first have to face the Bhils.

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

Father...

I have never seen God.

But if I had,

He would look just like you.

Father!

Zafar's army is vast.

He commands thousands of soldiers.

And I have heard he possesses many weapons.

And he...

Are you afraid?

Hmm?

Do you all feel fear as well?

Vegdaji, he is a beast.

He inflicts a fate worse than death upon a man.

Badri, I too feel fear.

But not of death.

I fear that

if I do not fight with all my strength for Somnath,

how shall I face Mahadev?

Today, turn your fear into strength.

Whether it's 20,000

or even 20 lakh,

they cannot harm us.

Today, we are not the Bhils,

the Hindus, or the Rajputs' army.

Today, we are solely and unequivocally Mahadev's army.

Our devotion to Mahadev will resonate through the ages.

Whenever a fiend dares to look upon our temple with evil in his heart,

it will ignite the blood of every Hindu.

Say Har Har... Mahadev!

Har Har... Mahadev!

Hamir!

Zafar's army has arrived.

The time has come.

Comrades,

today we are not merely fighting a battle.

We are about to carve a new chapter in history.

We fight for our people,

our land,

and our Somnath!

This battle will not be determined

by the number of weapons we or they possess,

but by the strength of the hands that wield them.

The moment has arrived to turn our wisdom into our weapons.

Are you ready?

We are!

Are you ready?

We are!

- Har Har Mahadev! - Har Har Mahadev!

- Har Har Mahadev! - Har Har Mahadev!

Oh no!

This is not fair, Qazi.

I came here expecting a worthy battle,

but all I see is a child and an old man.

Have they come to fight, or to beg for mercy?

Two are enough...

to crush your army and your arrogance.

Zafar, I give you one final chance...

leave this place.

Last chance!

Last chance!

I came merely to plunder the gold of Somnath...

but now,

Zafar will erase the very existence of Somnath from the annals of Hindustan.

Many have come before you to erase Somnath,

yet they lie buried beneath this very soil.

So tread carefully,

for your ancestors might come beneath your feet.

Oh. Beneath the feet?

Beneath the feet, there is nothing but soil...

dry soil.

It seems thirsty for Hindu blood.

Today, a river of blood shall flow —

so much that your descendants will never forget.

You call this land your mother, don't you?

Today, Zafar will make your mother drink your blood.

Zafar!

Zafar, this motherland is ours,

and so is Mahadev.

The path to Mother and Mahadev is far,

first, you will have deal with their children and devotees.

Hey Qazi,

send another message to Delhi

to dispatch more troops for Zafar's protection.

He will need them.

Ishtiyaq.

Qadir.

Qazi, wake me when the children have finished their play.

As you command, Sultan.

We have already begun preparing for tomorrow.

Today, you fought with unmatched bravery.

The way they were defeated today,

we will defeat them like this every day.

He hasn't attacked us in full force yet, Lakha.

He was merely testing the strength of our army.

Now, Zafar will surely devise some new trick.

Hamir is right.

We must think carefully before we move forward.

This jungle is our strength.

And to challenge this strength,

his army will undoubtedly venture into it.

That is why, united, we must stop them right here.

Har Har...Mahadev!

Sultan.

Sultan, it has been five days.

We are unaware of where their forces are coming from

or where they are heading in the jungle.

The lion will certainly hunt its prey,

but a lion delights in playing

with its prey before devouring it.

Let these monkeys dance,

let them exhaust themselves,

then the lion shall strike and consume them in one swift blow.

And Qazi,

there is but one lion in this jungle —

Zafar Jallaludin Khan.

May the Sultan's fortune be ever prosperous.

Sultan, what you had requested from Delhi has arrived.

Pardon my impertinence, Sultan,

what was it that you requested from Delhi?

Toys.

Now, Zafar shall play.

When the entire jungle is consumed by flames,

where will these monkeys hide?

Qazi, what do these infidels call that fire they worship...

My lord, the sacrificial fire.

Yes.

Start the sacrificial fire!

Fire the cannons!

Zafar!

- Hey Meghji! - Zafar!

Hey! Meghji! Let's go, let's get out of here.

- Meghji - Zafar!

Hey Meghji

The infidels must perish!

- Hamir! - Hamir!

He is the one, Sultan!

He is Vegda,

the unwavering devotee of Mahadev!

He has slain many of our men!

Ishtiyaq, finish him!

I want his blood to stain this very land.

Oh no, Qazi.

What is it that these infidels claim?

You have become immortal.

Hamir!

May the Sultan's flag soar high!

May the Sultan's flag soar high!

Meghji!

Jairam!

Jairam!

Har Har Mahadev!

Meghji!

Har Har Mahadev!

I wanted to thank you.

If not for your support,

I may not have been able to face this battle alone.

Hamir, whether I live or fall,

you must carry on the fight with the same valor,

until your last breath.

What are you saying?

I too have always sought to defy the will of fate.

But as Jagdamba wisely said,

what Shiv has decreed,

shall come to pass.

You are strength, you are might,

You are Narsimha,

you are Buddha's light.

You are reverence, you are fight,

You are life, you are the final rite.

You are the shield,

you are the arrow's aim,

You are the universe,

you are death's domain.

You are the devotee,

the guardian of Dharma,

You are the ascetic,

the demon's blight.

You're the voice.

You are the silence.

Display both forms as you should,

Let them choose your truth!

Attack..

Uncle Badri, I hope you are not feeling scared.

You are the one who lost a leg, why should I fear?

Let my enemies tremble instead!

Doesn't seem like it.

In the jungle, they seemed numerous,

but here, their numbers are fewer.

You could defeat them with your left hand alone...

- Har Har Mahadev! - Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har... Har... Mahadev!

Why are you devotees of Shiva so stubborn?

Embrace Islam.

But why does it seem as though

you would rather face death than submit?

Such fire, such zeal!

If only a handful of devoted followers of Shiva like

you joined my ranks,

not just Hindustan,

I could rule the entire world.

Why don't join us in devotion to Shiva instead?

Goodbye.

Hamir...

Mother...

What happened?

Are you weary?

Rise up!

You must fight.

Not for yourself, but for Shiva.

You will fight for Somnath.

Do you recall what Shiva has said?

You fear not death, nor divisions of caste,

No mother, no father,

No life, no death,

No brothers, no friends,

No guru, no disciples,

You are pure consciousness.

You have no beginning, no end,

You are eternal, infinite.

You are a part of Shiva!

Shivoham...

Shivoham...

Shivoham!

Shivoham...

- The truth of this land - Shivoham!

- that truth is inevitable. - Louder!

Shivoham!

Shivoham!

Shivoham!

Even louder!

Shivoham!

Shivoham!

Shivoham!

Shivoham!

"You are the protector of the weak, you have the blessing of Hanuman."

You have no beginning or end.

"You alone can confront a vast army."

"The one who gets martyred and becomes immortal."

"Holding a weapon in one hand."

"And the ancient texts in the other."

Har Har Mahadev!

Hamir!

Heads rolled and bodies fought on

filled with patriotism

Heads rolled and bodies fought on

filled with patriotism

Heads rolled and bodies fought on

filled with patriotism

They were venerated as cenotaphs the brave ones were "

filled with patriotism

Oh, people oh, people, I am filled with patriotism

"Oh, people, I am filled with patriotism."

Hamirji Gohil, an unwavering brave heart risen from the land of Saurashtra.

He stood like a wall against the foreign invasion.

And he sacrificed his life to protect Somnath.

This was not death, but an immortal sacrifice for the protection of our culture.

Somnath was attacked seventeen times.

Each time, a Hamir would rise to defend.

He who drew the line of the temple's sanctity with his own blood.

An assault on religion.

It was unbearable for our warriors.

Independence returned in 1947.

And with it, hope returned.

Here comes the great Sardar Patel, who restored Somnath to its glory.

This was not just the construction of a temple.

It was, in fact, the rebirth of the nation's soul.

Today, Somnath is no longer just a temple.

It is a symbol of our faith, culture, and determination.

Therefore, whenever the talk of religion arises...

The name of Hamirji Gohil will echo with valor every time.

Since the time I was in my mother's lap,

I was filled with patriotism

Since the time I was in my mother's lap,

I was filled with patriotism

While suckling the pure milk of my mother

I was fed with patriotism

Oh, people oh, people, I am filled with patriotism

Oh, people oh, people, I am filled with patriotism