If by some mantram I could have made all those guards fall dead in their places, I would not have hesitated—so pitiless did I feel!

如果我能用某种咒语让那些守卫死在原地，我会毫不犹豫——我觉得自己太无情了！

I began to mutter to myself, as though telling mantrams: Bande Mataram, Bande Mataram, my Country, my golden Country, all this gold is for you, for none else!

我开始自言自语，好像在念咒语：Bande Mataram，Bande Mataram，我的祖国，我的黄金国度，所有这些黄金都是给你的，没有别的！