I hear the bugle sound;

 Echoing across the mountains.

The sweetest clarion call;

For all the Eklavyans.

Put on your shining armours

 With shields, spears and bows

Draw out your swords and make the charge

In unison with battle cry

For God and Nation, raise up your banner high.

 Arise! Arise! Arise young Eklavyans.

Stand for the truth and strive for the best.

 Reach for the star and shine above the rest.

Trusting in his mighty hand, march on to victory!.