Long live Aristotle!
Long live Aristotle!
Long live Aristotle!
Long live Aristotle!
Why is the Emperor's seat vacant?
Seleucus, I want to know
what work Alexander finds so important...
that he doesn't even have time
to attend to my proclamation.
Alexander has not told me anything.
- Juminees, do you know?
- No, respected guru!
But this wise man knows everything.
You are his teacher.
It is the world's biggest misfortune...
that when the most important matters
of state are to be discussed...
he, who appreciates such matters the most,
chooses to be absent.
Cancel this session.
We will not discuss business today.
I may please be excused for speaking...
but we're waiting eagerly
to hear something from you.
You want to listen to my proclamation?
But where is Alexander?
Rexrees! Rexrees!
Your Highness, I'd like
to once again humbly state...
that my name is not Rexrees,
but Rukhsana.
Maybe, but once the Emperor
takes a liking to something...
he gives it a Greek name.
As long as the Emperor had not seen you,
you were Rukhsana.
But the moment the Emperor
laid eyes on you...
and the Emperor took a liking to you...
you became Rexrene from Rukhsana.
And what about you, Your Highness?
In Greece, I was Alexander.
But Iran has made me Sikandar.
And you're not upset with Iran for this?
Upset? Why should I be upset?
Iran has given me
a beautiful damsel like you.
I thank the Emperor.
Alexander does not like
this old way of saying thanks.
Come here,
come close to the Emperor.
Place your fair arms around my neck.
Look into my intoxicating eyes
with your intoxicating eyes.
Bring a radiant smile
to your enticing lips.
And when I am thus
totally driven crazy by you...
then tell me,
in a beautiful and bashful voice...
"thank you".
The Emperor will accept
this "modern" thanks.
But, Your Highness...
now say "thank you".
Thank you.
I swear by God, your grace and mischief
add to your beauty.
I have prepared something
for Your Highness with my graceful hands.
The Emperor will appreciate it.
I praise anything made by your
graceful hands without even seeing it.
Rukhsana wants to hear praise for her,
not from your lips, from your eyes.
So should I bring it here and show you?
Do I have your permission?
I'll take that as a "yes".
A "modern" thank you!
- Rexrees!
- No, Rukhsana!
Rukhsana! See,
I've called you "Rukhsana".
So are you happy now?
But if you come before me again,
I'll still call you "Rexrees".
What a beautiful name it is!
Who's come to meet me now?
Tell him I cannot meet him.
Your guru Aristotle is here.
My guru!
May the Gods give you a longer life
than the Sun and the Moon!
I've come to tell you something.
Do you have time now?
I can never be so busy...
that I do not have time for my guru.
My son, may your fame
spread as far as the winds blow.
Is your mind free of the thought
of women at this moment?
If not,
then clear your mind right now.
Otherwise your mind will not
be able to receive words of wisdom.
My mind always has room
for whatever you may have to say.
Then listen to me.
I have only come to say that...
if you wish to conquer the world,
you need to first win over your own mind.
And if you wish to win over your mind,
then stay away from women.
A woman is
the biggest weakness of man.
He who gets entangled in
the world of women, gets destroyed.
This isn't something
I've just made up.
This is a lesson taught
to us repeatedly by history.
He who heeds my words,
will live the immortal life of the soldier.
He who does not heed my words,
will live in darkness like a common man...
and die in anonymity.
The beautiful creation,
of my beautiful hands!
Forgive me,
but I cannot stay for long.
Who was he
that was here just now?
What will you do,
knowing his name?
I will try to understand
what important work it was...
that had to come
between your love and my pleasure.
That was my guru, Aristotle.
And what did he tell you?
He said, "He who would conquer the world,
should stay away from women".
What else?
He said "A woman is
the biggest weakness of man".
Nonsense! A woman is a
man's biggest strength.
He who wants to conquer the world,
should have a woman by his side.
Without a woman, a man's life
is incomplete. She completes him.
You have spoken very well.
I ask for my reward.
And my reward
is that you sit here.
And drown your guru's advice
in just one glass of my house wine.
That will be difficult to do.
What will be difficult to do?
You are the Emperor.
You're the Supreme Commander, you're
the Nikator, you can do anything.
To the world I may be the Emperor,
the Supreme Commander, the Nikator.
But in front of my guru,
I am like a child.
If Aristotle wishes, he can
make any number of Sikandars...
but even if a thousand Sikandars
try their level best...
they will not be able
to make one Aristotle.
You have refused my wine!
You had given me this wine
to drown my guru's advice in it.
But there was
one other thing he said.
Do you have a strong enough heart
to listen to it?
Your lady has got a heart of steel.
He said "He who gets entangled
in the world of women, gets destroyed".
Now tell me what
you've to say to this.
I have to say that your guru
has insulted the role of women.
He has insulted
the maturity of women.
He has scorned the world of women.
And I, an unknown and insignificant woman,
will give him a fitting reply.
I will tell him that his age and stature
have no standing in front of women.
He thinks he is above everybody,
nobody can make an impact on him.
But I will prove that his reputation,
earned over a lifetime...
can be ruined by just
one glance from a woman.
You are crazy.
My guru is above all this.
But he is a man.
And every man has a heart.
I don't believe he has a heart.
And if he ever had one,
it is now dead.
A woman can bring
a dead heart to life.
Please do one thing.
Just stand by your window
tomorrow morning.
And when I clap my hands,
come over to your guru's garden.
Then you'll see that picture of your guru
that you cannot imagine.
Awake! Beauty approaches
Arise and open the door
Look at me...
say something
Smile a little...
sing a little
Bring some color into your life
You are lucky,
it is your good luck that...
your house is blessed with...
flowers and youth
Awake! Beauty approaches
It is time to drink nectar
It is time to live your life
Eat a little, drink a little
Live a little before you die
How often in a still pool...
do you get a new lease of life?
Awake! Beauty approaches
Who is this spoiling my garden?
I... I'm Rukhsana.
Rather, instead of saying
you've spoiled my garden...
I should say you've made
its flowers more beautiful...
and its air more fragrant.
You are not Rukhsana,
you are a fairy tale.
So I am a fairy tale?
No, I made a mistake.
You're not a fairy tale.
You are the dream that the youth
of this world dreams.
You are the song of love
that sings to beauty.
You are the story that the spring
tells in the ears of the flowers.
When I was young. Or, to be precise,
when the world was young...
there was a woman
of your age in Greece.
When she laughed, the entire world lit up.
When she spoke, the Spring
could not muster words in response.
She died.
And with her, my love died.
My heart died, my dreams died.
And, in my young age,
I became old.
Can a man become old
in his young age?
Yes, he can become
old in his young age...
and become young in his old age.
And today I feel as if it's not you
who's come to my garden...
but as if Spring's arrived in my old age.
Don't get startled, woman.
I will give you
everything in this world.
Tell me just one thing.
Will you be able to love me?
In other words, you will not.
Like others, you also
only look at appearance.
You don't look at the heart within.
If you cannot love me,
why do you come in my path?
To tell you the price of my love.
Tell me, I'll pay even the price
of the stars in the sky for it.
Are you really stupid, or are you
trying to make a fool of me?
No sane person will ever do this.
This is impossible.
Pity! You couldn't even accept
this token request in the name of love.
But what
will we achieve by this?
Okay, where's the harness?
I accept this childish demand of yours.
The world is surprised
when it sees my horse.
This sturdy horse of mine,
which I dote upon.
Come on, move.
Come on, move.
Come on, move.
- Show me some speed in your feet.
- Rukhsana!
"A woman is the biggest
weakness of man."
"He who wants to conquer himself,
should stay away from women."
Guru, please leave. This woman doesn't
deserve to stand anywhere near you.
You are wondering
what happened to your guru.
This woman is happy
she's gotten the better of me.
But I say that if a woman
can fool a wise old man like me...
then what can she not do
to a young man like you?
Old age is colder than ice, youth
is more red-hot than the embers.
Old age is wise and experienced,
youth is impulsive and inexperienced.
Old age observes and thinks,
youth observes but gets impatient.
I can only pray that the Gods above
give you eyes to see and ears to listen.
Just think, if a woman
can get an old man drunk on wine...
what magic cannot she do
on a young man?
This incident isn't
a defeat for your guru.
It is a lesson for you for life.
Always keep this in mind.
It will serve you well all your life.
You are mine.
And I am yours.
But until I have conquered India,
I will not appear before you.
Please bear one thing in mind.
Peace of mind comes not from w*r
or victory, but from peace and love.
May the Gods protect us!
Your goal is to conquer the world.
You go on ahead, we'll head back.
But I will need your advice
every step of the way.
I have given you
whatever advice I had to give you.
There was one thing remaining.
You needed to know what a woman
is capable of doing to you.
Today I've told you that too.
Now nothing more remains
to be told from my side.
So have faith in the Gods now.
Every country in the world
is waiting to accept you as their leader.
May the Gods protect us!
Seleucus, give the army its orders.
By God's grace, we will attack India.
Life exists because of love,
let it be spent in love
At the feet of beauty,
give up your heart...
give up your life
Life exists because of love
Life is but one night,
and love is the light of life
Let the light burn
for as long as possible
Partake of the brightness
Life exists because of love,
let it be spent in love
Life is a garden,
love brings color to it
Add some fire to it...
and drink it down
Life exists because of love,
let it be spent in love
Life is a gamble,
don't look at it from afar
Step up to it,
and put your life on the line
Smile even if you lose
Life exists because of love,
let it be spent in love
Life is a passion,
live it with passion
Be the emperor of your life
Take over the skies
Life exists because of love,
let it be spent in love
Long live Alexander!
Long live Alexander!
- Long live the King!
- Long live India!
Tell me, what is the news?
Sikandar has crossed the Sind.
His army is now coming this way.
- How big is his army?
- More than 100,000 strong.
And King Ambhi didn't try to stop him?
I have heard that he's
decided to surrender to him.
So as soon as the fire heard
of the water, it extinguished itself?
Did you hear that, Prince Amar?
Maybe he wants to take
Sikandar's help to attack us?
He who doesn't try to protect himself...
will not even get protection from God.
When even the gatekeepers
have colluded with the marauders...
what becomes of the house?
If the inner doors of the house are strong,
there can be no damage to it.
And the inner doors
of the house are strong, Father.
Have faith in us, we will win.
Until now Sikandar has only
seen those who covet life.
He has not seen those
who value self respect.
Rest assured, each one of our soldiers
will take on four of theirs.
If this is true, then even
Brahma cannot defeat us.
Commander, you go and prepare for battle.
Minister, please send invitations to the
kings of Abhisar, Salkot and Kulut.
But will they come?
Why won't they?
After all they are human, not stone.
Write to them that a foreign force
has attacked our country.
If we don't unite and face up to this enemy,
future generations will call us cowards.
And our country will be ruled
by a foreign king.
A foreign king should not be allowed
to rule over our country.
Prarthana, you are my sister.
You should think of my welfare.
And you are King Ambhi. You
need to think of your country's welfare.
Whatever I am doing
is for the good of my country.
No way, you're doing
nothing for your country.
You care only for your life.
He who cares only for his own life,
cannot do anything in this world.
So what do you suggest I do?
Join hands with King Puru
and take on Sikandar.
That is impossible.
Then join hands with Sikandar
and cut Puru's throat.
And make India a sl*ve country.
Why do you care
so much about Puru?
Because he's brave, and is willing
to lay down his life for his country.
But he is our enemy.
And he is a threat to our country.
If, joining hands with Sikandar, we get
rid of this thorn forever, what's wrong?
There was once a fight
between a horse and a lion.
The horse was weak,
the lion was strong.
A man told the horse
"I'll help you".
The horse was happy
at the offer of help.
The man said
"Take me on your back".
The horse obliged.
At that time somebody remarked, "You
fool, the lion will lose if it has to".
"But you've lost even before
the battle's started".
And you can see for yourself,
to date the horse is sl*ve to man.
And to date, the lion is
king of the jungle.
Those who went for grand glory,
did not even retain what they had.
Do you realize what you are saying?
I'm only saying this deal you're
carving out will prove very costly for you.
I don't care how costly it is,
I will definitely go through with it.
When you're hell bent on selling
out your country and its freedom...
then from today, we are not
brother-sister anymore. Goodbye!
But where will you go? To Puru?
Yes, I will go to him.
Aren't you ashamed to leave
your brother and go to his enemy?
When the brother is not ashamed
to go to lndia's enemy, Sikandar...
why should the sister be ashamed
of going to lndia's friend, Puru?
You try to make India a sl*ve,
I will try to keep India free.
Long live Alexander!
Long live Alexander!
What is this noise about?
The king of Takshila, Ambhi,
has accepted our terms.
- And his other friends?
- They too.
The Emperor is happy to hear this.
Make offerings to the Gods.
Your Highness, they have sent
a load of presents for you.
Long live Nicator Alexander,
long live Nicator Alexander!
Send them also Greek
and Iranian gifts from our side.
And, send them a message...
to come and receive their reward
as soon as they can.
They will be presented at the earliest.
Juminees, today we've secured
our first success in India.
Today I am happy, and I want
to share this happiness with my men.
So distribute all the presents
amongst the men.
And make sure our laborers
do not get left out.
The time you take to get
groceries from the market...
a person can go to Iran and back.
Excuse me today.
Today I'm not going to excuse you.
You've done this too many times.
- Then give me some punishment
- I won't. I leave that to your mother.
My mother will not punish me today.
- Why not?
- Today is Raakhi.
If you notice, everybody is singing,
dancing and enjoying themselves.
I'm also going to join them.
Goodbye!
Wait, wait! I will also join you.
- Nobody will mind, I hope?
- If anybody minds, I will handle it.
The days of monsoon are here
Buy me a veil
Every house is playing music
Buy me a veil
How long will I wear this old veil?
- My beauty wilts in it.
- Alas!
Buy me a veil
The days of monsoon are here
Buy me a veil
Every house is playing music
Buy me a veil
The new stole accentuates my beauty
The red stole brings out my color
It makes me look desirable
Buy me a veil
The days of monsoon are here
Buy me a veil
Every house is playing music
Buy me a veil
The gardens look beautiful
My mind is filled with love
My beauty calls out to you
Buy me a veil
The days of monsoon are here
I am worried.
When the world celebrates this season...
eyes are on you, too
The days of my youth have passed
With it my love has also gone
Who will bring back my lost time?
I am worried
The days of monsoon are here
Buy me a veil
Every house is playing music
Buy me a veil
Your dress suggests you are a foreigner
Your face says you are tired.
Sit down
Should I get you milk?
Would you like some sweets?
If you could bring some water,
that would be a big favor.
And if I get you milk,
would that be a small favor?
What's the occasion today?
Today is the day we celebrate
Rakhi in our country.
Today is the day sisters tie
a rakhi on their brothers' wrists.
And brothers give them
gold and silver in return.
And what about a girl
who doesn't have a brother?
Whoever she ties a rakhi to,
becomes her brother.
Oh, the festivals of India!
They make me "hoppy".
Not "hoppy", say "happy".
You're crying in vain
and spoiling your eyes.
I know you don't have a brother,
but who can force the hand of God?
Indeed, who can force the hand of God?
He chooses to give some
and not to give some.
Just look at our King.
He has seemingly everything, but no sister.
The King does not have a sister?
And even our princes have no sisters.
And you have no brother here.
That is why we'd like you
to tie rakhis for the princes.
They'll get a sister,
you'll get brothers.
As you say, Your Highness.
Then go quickly lest the princes
look the other way.
Till today we had only sons,
from today we have a daughter too.
A daughter is the pride of a home.
What home is that, where there's
no sound of a daughter's anklets?
What home is that, where there is no
loving tiff between brother and sister?
Long live the King!
A foreign woman stands at the doorstep.
- She desires an audience with the King.
- Let her in.
Why don't you show me
what you've brought me?
I've told you a hundred times I will.
Please sit down there.
Okay, here I am. Seated.
Thank you very much.
Now tell me what you've brought me.
The King and the Queen told me
to tie rakhi for the princes.
So I've brought a rakhi with me.
Then go ahead, tie it.
Tie it yourself.
Why should I tie it for you?
Then what will I tell the King?
How should I know?
Say whatever comes to your mind.
Who, Amar? Come, brother.
If I may, hearty congratulations!
Congratulations? To me?
Shouldn't they be for you?
For both of us.
I don't know what you're talking about.
So should I explain to you, big brother?
Congratulations to you
for getting a wife.
And to me for getting a sister-in-law.
You cannot fool me today, big brother.
Today I'm saying it, tomorrow
the whole town'll be talking about it.
So you are daughter of that country
where King Dara was ruler?
He was a friend of mine.
I regret that I could not
come to his aid.
Tell me, what can I do for you?
I have brought a gift
for the King of India.
And hope that the King will accept it.
I'll accept your gift with pleasure.
Then show me your hand.
You are scared?
No, I am just thinking.
What's there to think about?
It's easy to become brother-sister.
But it's not easy to honor
the essence of this relationship.
Then please think it over.
But please don't forget that
I've come all the way from Iran.
And I've come with the hope
of making the King of India my brother.
Okay, go ahead and tie it.
- From today you are my brother.
- From today you are my sister.
Today you've tied a rakhi
for me for the very first time.
Tell me what I should
give you in return.
I haven't made you my brother
for gold or silver.
In the country of Iran,
I have everything I need.
Even if the sister has
all the world's treasures...
it's the brother's duty to give her
a gift on the day of rakhi.
Tell the treasurer to arrange a thousand
gold coins and a palace for my sister.
A palace?
The King's sister cannot live
in an inn or a charity home.
What's my sister thinking about now?
I am wondering that you never
even asked me why I've come here.
The brother's conscience says:
"Don't ask such questions, you're Indian".
And the sister's conscience says:
"Tell him immediately. You're from Iran".
Then let the sister speak,
the brother will listen.
I've come here with the intention
of preventing any harm to Sikandar.
Are you regretting what
you've just accepted?
No, I'm just surprised.
If you want, I'll remove this right now.
When you tied this,
you became my sister.
Now by removing it,
you cannot become a stranger.
Long live the King!
King Totu.
King Virbahu.
King Ambhi.
Greece.
The Emperor believes all
have got their share.
Thanks to the Emperor's kindness,
nobody has missed out.
You lied to me.
I notice that the two of you
haven't received anything yet.
You will be punished for this lie.
And your punishment is...
this sword for you...
and, this one for you.
But the Emperor hasn't
kept anything for himself?
I've kept for myself that which cannot
be found in all the treasures of India.
I swear by God, our Emperor
is really the son of Jupiter.
Seleucus, what did Puru say?
I wanted to tell you
about that tomorrow.
- Why not today?
- Today is the day of victory.
For Nicator,
every day is a day of victory.
Tell me what his reply was.
- May my life be spared.
- Your life will be spared!
Puru has said:
"I'll see you on the field of battle".
Jemenees, reserve the
best presents of Greece for him.
I like those who accept my terms.
But I respect those
who challenge me to a fight.
I respect a man who knows
how to fight in battle...
but I worship a man who knows
how to die on a b*ttlefield.
No doubt a man's life is to live...
but sometimes moments
arise in a man's life...
when he becomes immortal in death.
And when he escapes alive,
he no longer lives.
Today that moment of reckoning
has arrived.
Sikandar thinks we're small and weak,
so he's attacked us.
But has he given us a reason
for attacking us?
He says,
"I want the entire world to bow before me".
And what about those
who refuse to bow before him?
He says those countries
have no right to exist.
He has fire in one hand,
and a sword in the other.
And every country that defies him
in his path, is razed to the ground.
Many countries have accepted defeat,
many have been destroyed.
Now it's our turn.
And he stands at our doorstep
and asks us "What's your stand?"
King Abhisar?
I believe that honor and bravery
is not the preserve of one man.
He has no right to threaten
or bully the rest of the world.
The King of Kulut,
what do you prefer?
A life of subjugation
or an honorable death?
I want a life of victory.
- And you, King of Salkot?
- We will fight.
- And you, King of Pashpat?
- We will win!
But it would be a mistake
to underestimate the enemy.
He is Sikandar.
He only knows to win, not to lose.
If we have God with us,
we'll teach him how to lose.
We'll teach him such a lesson
that he'll not dare come this way again.
But King Puru, you haven't
shared your views with us yet.
My view is that if anybody
is becoming a threat to world peace...
and wants to bring everybody
under his own control...
then it is the duty
of every man to challenge him.
Your view is completely correct.
Please go ahead, we are all with you.
Then come,
let's bury our differences for now.
Let's forget our domestic issues,
our problems with each other.
And let's first tackle that man...
who wants to destroy our peace
in his quest for world sovereignty.
If we stay united,
then we will live and be victorious.
But if we don't,
we are assured of death and defeat.
May He give us life and victory!
May our country win!
India is our home
India is our world
We are the birds of this land
This land is our garden
May our country win!
Its feet are adorned by golden Lanka
Lakes adorn it like a pearl necklace
lts beauty is unique and enthralling
At the crest is the crown of the Himalayas
May our country win!
Awake, God of w*r!
Awake, be alert!
Raise some fearsome storms from our land
Give us your courage
Spread our zeal across the land
Oh God!
May our country win!
God, You are our Father!
It is all in your hands
Show us the way, light a flame
It is a dark night tonight
You are our one support
May our country win!
Holy Fire, what can I ask from you?
If I ask for Sikandar's victory,
it will mean defeat for Puru.
And if I ask for Puru's victory,
it means defeat for Sikandar.
Puru is my brother,
Sikandar is my beloved.
So I ask you to spare both their lives.
Save the honor of both.
Let both of them return
without losing face.
May our country win!
May our country win always
May the world sing our praises
The whole world will learn from us...
how to live and how to die
Our story will live on forever
May our country win!
It's been two months...
and not even one of our men
has been able to cross the river yet?
Seleucus, I want to know
the reason for this.
Your Highness, may your fame only increase!
But there has been a delay.
You call this a delay?
The Emperor considers this his defeat.
No opponent has ever
held out for so long against me.
Jemenees, what do you have to say?
Your Highness, this is the season of rains.
Don't try to hide your weakness
using rain as an excuse.
It's not the rain obstructing us.
It is the army of Puru
that isn't allowing us to progress.
As long as I'm alive,
there's no need for you to worry.
Your forces will advance.
The Emperor is pleased
to see such a show of courage.
And when the Emperor likes something
or finds something beautiful...
he calls it by its Greek name.
Till today, you were King Ambhi.
From today your name will be Amphis.
I will respect the name
given by the Emperor.
So Amphis,
is this Puru really all that brave a man?
The Emperor thinks
that before going to w*r...
he should see firsthand
how Puru rules his country.
After the battle, he may
well escape but his country will not.
- But Nicator...
- No ifs, ands, or buts.
Your Nicator wants to see
who this man is...
who is made of such rock and steel...
that he refuses to be cowed
by storm or cyclone.
Men of such steel aren't born everyday.
In many centuries,
one such man is born.
Juminees, make arrangements.
The Emperor has decided
to cross the river.
Rexrees!
Today your Nicator is going
to meet lndia's bravest man.
If only you'd been here, I'd have
taken you also with me to meet him.
Attention, everybody!
The King's procession is approaching.
You who with a kind heart...
we hail everything you do.
You protect the honor
of even the poor...
the poor of the land hail you.
We hail your name,
we hail your deeds.
We hail your throne,
we hail your kingdom.
May you be blessed so, dear King.
May your rule be
hailed in all three worlds.
May your rule be hailed,
may your rule be hailed.
Bring the Greek envoy to the court.
On behalf of Nicator Alexander.
We welcome you.
- Do I have your permission?
- Yes, you do.
Nicator Alexander wishes King Puru
health and well being.
The King is informed
that the son of Jupiter, Alexander...
has set out to conquer the world.
But his kind heart does not wish
to see blood spilt in vain.
That is why he wishes that
King Ambhi and his allies...
surrender to Greece,
accepting its terms...
in the process,
saving their respective kingdoms.
In the same way, if you also accept
Alexander as supreme ruler...
then your rule and power
will be left as they are now.
You have only to pay
an annual fee of 200 elephants...
2,000 Indian swords
and 20,000 gold coins.
In return for this,
Alexander gives you the assurance...
that there will be no interference
with your rule.
Rather, if a third force
attacks your country...
Alexander's substantial forces
will protect you.
Messenger, go tell your Emperor that...
till now he's only seen Indian swords.
Now he will see Indian warriors too.
My Emperor has extended a hand
in friendship towards the King.
This is not a hand in friendship,
it is a hand claiming victory.
He wants us to be like sl*ves
on our knees, kissing his palm.
And he, like the master,
pats us on our backs.
Puru has only known to have
others bow before him.
He does not know to bow before others.
So what should I go tell him?
Tell him he has insulted me.
Our reply to this insult
will be with our swords.
I would like to once again
suggest with great respect...
that the King consider
the implications of his decision.
You are exceeding your brief, messenger!
But I forgive you.
Minister, send two rotis made of gold
and pearls for Sikandar through the envoy.
Rotis of gold?
Others hunger for rotis
of maize and millet.
Your Sikandar hungers for rotis
of gold, silver and jewelry.
If this weren't true, he wouldn't
go about destroying the entire world.
Dear King, you are insulting
my Emperor in front of me.
But when you are
face to face with my Emperor...
you won't dare insult him
in this manner.
Whatever I'm saying,
I'm saying in front of your Emperor.
What's this you are saying?
I am saying that before me
is not a Greek messenger...
but Sikandar himself!
Can you deny this?
No, I do not deny it.
You have sharp eyes,
I compliment you on them.
We have very sharp swords too.
When I get to see how sharp they are,
I will compliment them too.
But right now, you should be
praising me for my courage.
That I chose to come to your court.
And if I tie up your courage and
throw you into a cell, then what?
The world will say Puru had a sharp eye,
but not a brave heart.
And if I give orders to k*ll you...
won't you regret your
courage goading you...
on to the biggest
mistake of your life?
If you k*ll me, you will be
the one regretting it.
That you have deprived this world
of its bravest man.
And have you considered what the world
will say if you get me k*lled?
You are anyway destroying world peace.
To satisfy your own selfish desires,
you are destroying the whole world.
Wherever you go,
you take devastation with you.
If the world doesn't object to your deeds,
why should it object to mine?
It'll say "Puru k*lled Sikandar when
he was but a messenger in his court".
"This was a sign of his
cowardice and weakness".
When Sikandar, without reason...
kills innocent citizens of Iran, Egypt
and Gandhar in their own homes...
he is called brave, courageous,
and a Nicator.
And if Puru, to protect his country's
honor and freedom, punishes the culprit...
he becomes a coward?
This may be justice in Greece,
not in the rest of the world.
After all, what has India taken of yours?
Have any of us snatched your bread,
your clothing, your self respect from you?
Or have any of us
curbed your freedom?
If the answer's no, how do you justify
trying to make India your sl*ve?
The Emperor who dies without
expanding his kingdom is no Emperor.
And the Emperor who allows his
captured enemy to walk away free?
All I know is that for so many
to attack one person...
is such injustice
that no country will approve of it.
Not even your India.
And is there any country...
which will approve of Sikandar's attacks
on small and weak countries?
Is there any country in the world
which will say...
that deploying Sikandar's
army of 120,000...
against Puru's army of 30,000
is an act of bravery and valor?
Will you tell 90,000 of
your men to step aside?
That only 30,000 of your men
fight against 30,000 of mine?
While fighting Dara,
did you bother to check whether...
your troops didn't number
more than his troops?
If you didn't care then,
then why protest now?
When your gambit worked,
you k*lled your enemy.
So when your enemy's gambit works,
he will k*ll you.
Then give out orders.
Everyone in your court has a sword.
I would've gladly accepted your request.
And I would've shred you to pieces,
feeding you to the vultures.
But unfortunately you
have come as a messenger.
Commander, give Sikandar
due state protection...
and see that he crosses the river.
Your Highness, my intervention be excused,
but politics tells us...
that letting go of a captured enemy
is the same as accepting defeat.
But Indian politics tells us that
he who has come as a messenger...
should be treated only as a messenger.
You can go, Emperor,
you are a free man.
We will now meet only
on the b*ttlefield.
And I hope that you will not
be a messenger at that time.
And I'll also not be alone.
King Puru, I have never paid
salute to anybody to date.
But you are a brave man
and I salute you.
Good bye, Greek Emperor, goodbye.
Bloom, beautiful flowers
Spring is here
Nature has whispered this
in the ears of rosebuds...
"Bloom, bloom"
Bloom, beautiful flowers.
Spring is here
Everything about this season is beautiful
The days are filled with songs,
the nights with stories
In this young, evergreen world...
there's green everywhere today
Bloom, bloom
Bloom, beautiful flowers.
Spring is here
The towns, paths, jungles,
gardens are fragrant
The very sight makes me sing aloud
Everybody's forehead
is being kissed by...
the blessing of youth
Bloom, bloom
Bloom, beautiful flowers.
Spring is here
Prarthana?
Prince, what brings you
here at this time?
Sit down, Prarthana.
I want to say something to you.
But now I'm wondering
whether I should say it or not.
Then please first ponder on this.
The thing is Prarthana,
that nowadays I see a dream.
And that dream
is very pleasant and sweet.
I've discussed this dream
with the King also.
- You have?
- And he said...
"Go tell her about whom
you have this dream".
Okay.
You've understood
what this dream is?
- Yes.
- So what should I understand then?
Nothing,
Prarthana, you have
to give me an answer.
- I will not.
- I say you have to.
Ok, then you sit here.
Here I am. Seated.
Now close your eyes.
Ok, eyes closed.
- And don't open them until I tell you to do so.
- Okay.
Prarthana! Prarthana!
- What's the matter, Amar?
- Nothing, Mother.
Mother knows everything.
You keep quiet.
You are the younger one.
Oh God, in my next birth
let me not be the younger one.
Everybody who wants to,
just bullies me.
What did she say? Yes or No?
Crazy boy! He's too shy
to talk to his own mother.
Mother, you can see
a smile on his lips.
That should tell you enough.
There's no need to ask him.
In other words, "yes".
I had told the same to the King earlier.
The girl's like the moon,
the boy's like the sun.
It will be a good match.
Son, you should not now
see too much of Prarthana.
- That is our tradition.
- Say "As you wish, Mother".
There's a thief in the garden,
the gardener sleeps
Beware of these thieves
They are everywhere
The gardener sleeps
There's a thief in the garden,
the gardener sleeps
Other thieves look for darkness
They lurk in the shadows
These garden thieves are daring
For them the night is...
just like the brightness of day
The gardener sleeps
There is a thief in the garden,
the gardener sleeps
Other thieves steal silver...
gold, diamonds, precious pearls
These garden thieves are dangerous
What to say of gold and silver
These take even your mind and body
The gardener sleeps
There is a thief in the garden,
the gardener sleeps
Jasram, do you know who Sukhmunia
is calling "a thief in the garden"?
What do I know?
I care about eating the fruit,
not counting how many grow on the tree.
Fool, why do you ask this young man?
Ask this wise man,
I'll tell you all you need to know.
He has gone grey
but he has can still pack a punch.
So who is the "thief in the garden"?
If Sukhmunia sings this,
she's referring to Jasram.
And if my wife sings this,
she's talking about me.
- That's a lie.
- That's the truth.
Why do you fight over it?
Just ask Sukhmunia.
The garden is India. And the thief
is the Greek Emperor, Sikandar.
He has come to destroy our peace.
And our people are just sleeping.
And here was Jasram,
thinking she was singing him a love song.
He who sings a love song in these
difficult times, commits a sin.
And he who listens to such a song,
is also a sinner.
You've made a very profound
statement, Sukhmunia.
Forget your home and its comforts.
And march ahead to protect your country.
May you live long!
Take an oath you will sacrifice
your life but not your country's honor.
You don't worry.
I'll give up my life for my country.
That's easy to say.
Let me see it in action.
The storm is still some distance away.
Let it come closer.
Then see what we're all capable of.
We've covered part of the distance.
A small part still needs to be covered.
This is a sign from above, that the
time for waiting has now passed.
Today is the day to cross the river.
Attention!
The enemy should not cross the river!
Attention!
Attention!
The enemy should not
cross the river! Attention!
Attention! The enemy should not
cross the river! Attention! Attention!
The enemy should not
cross the river! Attention!
This light should be burning
all night long.
The soldiers should be on alert
all night long.
So that the enemy is distracted...
and the Emperor, with half his men,
can travel 20 miles and cross the river.
Attention! The enemy
should not cross the river!
Attention! Attention! The enemy
must not cross the river! Attention!
With the river like this, who
has the courage to even step into it?
Attention! The enemy must not
cross the river! Attention!
There, an enemy arrow has greeted us.
Long live Nicator Alexander!
King Amphis, now your Indian
troops will be in front.
Long live Nicator Alexander!
Indian soldiers? Indian soldiers?
Trust me,
this is the army of King Visarg.
Amar, take 2,000 men with you.
If it's the army of King Visarg,
welcome it.
If it's Sikandar's army, fight it.
I have confidence in both your bravery,
and your intelligence.
Wait!
Such a big army! These aren't Visarg's
men, these are Sikandar's men.
Let them run. We will chase
them and finish off every man.
They are more in number.
But we are brave. We will fight.
Pray and before you die,
k*ll as many of the enemy as you can.
We are lucky. They are themselves
coming in the line of our arrows.
When they come, give way.
When they are in, surround them.
And mind you,
not one man should escape.
This is our first battle
this side of the river.
Amar! Amar! Amar, my son!
Who says that Amar is dead?
In his death,
he has only attained immortality.
And I am proud that he was my son.
He has protected my honor.
He has proved to be a
worthy son of his mother.
He has protected his country's honor.
I see that all of you are in mourning.
But remember what the prince said...
and go to the b*ttlefield in good cheer.
May God bring you back
in good cheer too.
I know you are his mother.
But what's the point in weeping?
Weeping only causes us to become diffident.
And right now what we need is courage.
Promise that you won't cry.
Ok, I will not cry.
I will not cry.
He was our enemy.
He has k*lled many of our soldiers.
But he was brave.
If he'd wanted,
he could've tried to escape.
And if he'd tried,
he might've succeeded.
But he chose to be brave
and put his life at risk.
I salute him.
Give me your wishes, that I may prove
to be a worthy son to my mother.
My brother, I am very worried.
I wonder what will happen today.
I wonder who will win, who will lose.
Victory or defeat is just a game of life.
One shouldn't obsess
too much about them.
It is our duty to fight with the
full strength of our body and soul.
And leave the rest to God.
May God protect you.
May God protect our country.
Prarthana, pray for my brother's welfare.
His welfare is more important
than the country's welfare.
If he is there,
the country will be saved.
If he isn't, the country
will also not survive.
In front of the country,
a king is nothing.
If the country is saved,
it will find more kings.
If the country loses,
the kings will become sl*ves.
I like what Prarthana says.
Her love for me has made
a coward of my sister.
And I know the reason
for this cowardice.
My sister is concerned
about Sikandar also.
Prarthana, I am going to w*r.
And anything can happen in w*r.
I may return in the evening,
celebrating a victory.
Or maybe tonight's moon doesn't get
to see me, it sees my dead body.
So if you have any desire,
tell me now.
I will fulfill it.
My only desire is that you
rid the country of its enemies.
I will honor your desire.
Now what does my sister want?
All I want is that the purpose
of my coming here from Iran...
should be satisfied.
You mean Sikandar should win?
No! I don't care about victory or defeat.
I only want Sikandar to be alive.
I give you my word that Sikandar
will not die at my hands.
Why won't he die?
He who has attacked us without cause...
he who has k*lled my brother Amar...
he who has k*lled 2,000
of our soldiers in one night...
he who wants to defeat us
and make us his sl*ves...
he whose eyes are on
our dignity and our wealth...
he who is a destroyer of peace
and has taken many innocent lives...
why should he not be
k*lled by your hands?
You want to know the reason?
Look at this. This is the rakhi
that Rukhsana has tied for Puru.
But if you look at it carefully...
you'll see this is the rakhi
that Iran has tied for India.
I regret that India could not
come to lran's aid.
But Puru will definitely come
to the aid of lran's daughter.
So this means you will
deliberately make your country lose?
He who deliberately causes
his country to lose, is an animal.
Rather, calling him an animal
is an insult to animals.
Prarthana wishes that I fight
for the country.
I've assured her I will sacrifice
my last drop of blood for the country.
Rukhsana wants Sikandar
to remain alive.
I've assured her too that Sikandar
will not die at my hands.
Now you tell me,
what do you want?
I don't want anything...
because what I want,
no power on earth can give me.
Sarita Rani, be calm.
May God give you life and victory.
Rukhsana, you did not apply paste
on your brother's forehead?
The battle has started.
The time for talk is over.
Father, the time for battle has arrived.
Give me your permission.
I give you my permission.
Go, serve your country.
I will take care of myself.
Mother, give me blessings.
May you get an arrow here.
Not here.
All you soldiers, today once again
you are being put to the test.
With fire in your hearts,
revolt in your eyes...
pray to the Gods and advance further.
Let it be written in indelible print
in the annals of history...
that the world was meant
to fall at your feet.
In the skies, Jupiter is with you.
On Earth, Jupiter's son,
Alexander, is with you.
Long live Nicator Alexander!
Long live King Puru! Long live King Puru!
Long live King Puru!
My men of steel, you are sons of those
brave men who knew how to fight...
but did not know how
to run away from a b*ttlefield.
You belong to that country...
that has never allowed its honor
or flag to be compromised.
And today an arrogant foreigner
comes to you and tells you...
to compromise your flag,
otherwise he'll destroy you.
If you want to save your
and your country's honor...
if you want to respect
the honor of your ancestors...
then march ahead with the full strength
of your body and soul.
Even if you die,
make the enemy retrace his steps.
Show the world that you know not
just to live for your country...
but to die for it too.
Turn back!
Shahru, advance!
Keep moving forward, don't turn back.
If we turn back,
there's only death for us.
"I give you my word that Sikandar
will not die at my hands".
Long live Nicator Alexander!
Long live Nicator Alexander!
Long live Nicator Alexander!
Long live Nicator Alexander!
Congratulations to the Emperor.
We have won.
I am pleased.
Go bring King Puru to me.
We thank the gods in the skies
who helped us again.
And we once again
came out true in this test.
The Emperor respects the bravery
of every single soldier here.
But more than that,
he respects those brave...
who are not here today to celebrate.
But their spirit is watching us
even from the dead.
And happy at our victory.
Victory to Greece!
Victory to Greek soldiers!
Victory to Greek martyrs!
Long live Alexander!
Long live Nicator!
Your Highness, King Puru is here.
Sikandar acknowledges his brave enemy.
So, now you realize Alexander's strength?
It took him only a day
to win victory over you.
Not through strength did you
achieve victory, but through deceit.
If you were so strong,
why didn't you cross the river in daytime?
All's fair in love and w*r.
Then is it also okay to k*ll an emperor
disguised as an envoy?
You didn't do me a favor.
You had confidence
in your own capabilities.
And that turned out to be a mistake.
If I make this mistake
a million times and am made prisoner...
if I get another chance,
I'll still make this same mistake.
I have seen many rulers...
and also defeated many rulers...
but, I swear by Jupiter, I've never
seen a ruler as brave as you.
I have also seen many emperors.
And also defeated many emperors.
But I swear on the name
of my arrow and my sword...
I've never seen an emperor
as vain and shallow as you.
Speak with respect.
You are talking to Jupiter's son
and the world's conqueror.
Who are you?
Don't you even know...
that when two kings speak,
it's an insult to them to interupt?
Had you been in my court,
I would have dismissed you for this.
And told you to first learn the protocol
of royal court proceedings.
Seleucus, what you did wasn't right.
Your Highness, I am sorry.
I am happy at your outspokenness.
So tell me...
how would you want to be treated?
Like a king should treat another king.
Anything else you want to say?
Whatever I had to say,
I've said in my earlier reply.
Write these words of King Puru in gold,
and preserve them amongst my treasures.
When I return to Greece,
I will show the people of Greece...
that the world contains even
such people who may lose in w*r...
but do not lose their courage.
People who do not bow
their heads down, blaming fate.
And whose sons fearlessly walk
into the throes of death.
King Puru, I acknowledge
that you are a brave man.
So brave that no power in this world
can make you bow before it.
I'm letting you go free.
I let your soldiers go free.
I let your country be free again.
In addition, the area near Hydaspes
that we captured will be returned.
Seleucus, tell the soldiers to step back.
But will we still be subjugated to you?
In India,
you will be my biggest friend.
And in the annals of Greek history,
your name will be Porus.
For the second time,
I offer you my hand in friendship.
In return,
Puru offers his hand in love.
Long live Nicator Alexander!
Long live King Porus!
King Amphis,
you did not cheer King Porus?
I do not want my friends
to be enemies with each other.
You also should say
"Long live King Porus!".
Long live King Porus!
Long live King Puru! Long live King Puru!
Long live King Puru!
This is a splendorous night, my love
I could stay awake
every moment of this night
I could die for this night
When do such nights come along?
This is a splendorous night, my love
In this silvery night, I burn
I walk on the streets of azure
Sweet nectar fills my body
This is a splendorous night, my love
In this silvery night, songs bloom
Dreams are being made
in the silver gardens
What a beautiful, clear,
and pleasant night this is
This is a splendorous night, my love
Your husband has returned from w*r.
Welcome him with traditional honors.
What is this you're
mumbling to yourself?
I am praying to God that...
in my next birth too I should
get a brave husband like you.
Ok, I have accepted your prayer.
In your next birth also,
I will be your husband.
Come on, let it be.
Who welcomes an old man
with traditional honors?
Even if a man is old,
he is still his woman's husband.
I do speak to you in a loud voice,
it doesn't mean I fight with you.
Brothers, today the honor of our country
and our king has been saved.
This is an occasion for celebration.
Light up lamps in every household.
Wait a moment!
Had this really been a happy occasion...
the palace would have been
glittering with light.
But I have just been there.
Both outside and inside the palace
there is complete darkness.
What is the reason for this darkness?
For a defeated soldier,
darkness is his biggest reward.
But you have not lost.
This is your victory.
That's what you say.
But I say this is as good as my death.
Rather, it would have been better
if I had been k*lled.
At least the world would not say
that Puru was defeated.
He who says that Puru lost, is blind.
In that case, the whole world is blind.
Using this logic, the generations
to come will also be blind.
Because they'll also read history books
and say that Puru was defeated.
History records what happened
out there in broad daylight.
It does not record what happened
in the darkness of homes.
Apart from me, who knows that you'd
extracted a promise from Puru?
That promise prevented Puru from k*lling
Alexander when he had the chance?
History will only say Alexander
won and he let Puru free.
You are right.
This is all my fault.
I was also a big fool, to make such
a promise without a second thought.
So is another promise
being made here or what?
You go away from here.
I don't want anybody
to see my disgraced face.
And it's alright
for Rukhsana to see it?
Rukhsana can see it, because she's
the one who's caused this disgrace.
Tell me what I should do.
I'm willing to do anything.
I've committed a grave crime against you.
- Now you're saying it.
- So far only Puru has been defeated.
In a few days,
the rest of India will also be defeated.
Sikandar's forces will keep advancing
and capturing India.
That will be the end
of lndia's independence.
That will not be the end
of lndia's independence.
That will be the end
of Sikandar's bravery.
The people beyond the river Beas
are not as foolish as I.
They will fight the Greek army
tooth and nail.
It is also possible that Sikandar
is k*lled in battle there.
But I've heard that,
seeing your bravery...
Sikandar's army has refused
to advance further into India.
The soldiers have refused,
but Sikandar hasn't, has he?
Sikandar only has to give them
a short motivational speech...
and they'll regain all
their enthusiasm and energy.
Sikandar will think of that as his victory.
But this victory will actually
turn out to be his defeat.
He will not cross the Beas!
He will not cross the Beas!
He will not cross the Beas!
This mad woman says,
he will not cross the Beas.
But he will cross even the Ganges.
Who will cross even the Ganges?
My Amar, who else?
Have you forgotten Amar so soon?
You are the father,
you can forget him.
But I am his mother, I can never forget.
It is true that we are soldiers.
It is also true that soldiers
do not refuse to follow orders.
But soldiers also have eyes.
And those eyes see.
And based on what they see,
they tell us the truth.
Nobody should be blind on purpose.
We are not blind. We are not blind.
But we are being blinded.
Do we realize that Porus
has wiped out half our troops?
And weakened the resolve
of the other half.
If you search among your brave men,
you'll find a fear of Porus.
And it is not just we who fear Porus.
Even our Emperor fears him.
Otherwise he would never
have reconciled with him.
It is indeed true that Porus
is no ordinary man, he is a god.
Remember all that he said
that day in the court?
Nicator Alexander swallowed all that.
We've been told that 40,000 of our troops
have been sent back to Iran and Greece.
But I say this is the biggest lie
in the annals of Greek history.
These 40,000 men have been k*lled
in the w*r with Porus' men.
And our Nicator is hiding
this truth from us.
This is very true.
I have seen with my own eyes,
when our court was in progress...
the bodies of our men were being burnt
together with those of Hindus.
And now we're being told...
that 40,000 soldiers have been
given leave to go home.
Are we to understand that
tomorrow when we are k*lled...
a plaque with our names will be made
and will say "these were given leave"?
All this is fine,
but what can we do?
We are weak and powerless.
Who says you are weak and powerless?
You have won for Sikandar
every single battle of his.
Who says you don't
have an identity of your own?
Sikandar derives all his strength from you.
Who says that your voice
will have no impact?
Sikandar cannot walk
one step without you.
Tell him you are tired of this life
of spear and sword.
Tell him that your hearts
now yearn for peace.
Tell him your families
are calling you back home.
Tell him you will not advance further.
We will not advance further!
We will not advance further!
Send us back home!
Send us back home!
We will not advance further!
The time for rest and relaxation is over.
We need to resume our mission.
- King Amphis?
- Yes?
How are you going to help me?
My army and I are both at your disposal.
I am pleased to hear that.
It is what I was expecting.
And King Porus, my friend?
What about you?
I'm afraid you are not
going to like my answer.
So is the king not going to help me?
The king is my friend!
I am your friend only later,
I am first a son of this soil.
Bravo! I am disappointed
in your answer...
but I respect your patriotism.
I will pray for your life, for sure.
- And not for my victory?
- No.
Because your victory
means defeat for my country.
The man who prays for his country's
defeat, or helps in such cause...
is no man, but an animal.
In fact, he is worse than that.
Because even an animal
does not pray for its own defeat.
Puru, you've insulted me.
I challenge you to a sword fight.
I'm glad that my neighbor's blood
is not entirely water.
Wait!
You are my friends.
I don't want you wasting your energies
fighting each other.
King Amphis,
I'm going to ask you something.
And you know I don't take
no for an answer.
And I don't know how
to say no to you.
I want you to get your sister, Prarthana,
married to King Porus' son, Samarpal.
- So you agree?
- Who can refuse Sikandar's request?
Then put away your swords.
You are related now.
Seleucus, tell the men to get ready.
We will now advance.
We will not advance.
We will not advance.
We want to go home.
We want to go home.
Send us back home.
Send us back home.
Long live Nicator Alexander!
Have the rules of loyalty changed today?
You cannot even wish me
a long life today?
The Emperor has always heard only
shouts of loyalty from you men.
But today the Emperor senses
revolt and disobedience.
I do not take kindly to disobedience.
What do you want from me, after all?
Tell me, what do you want from me?
We don't want anything, Your Highness.
If you want nothing,
why are you assembled here?
We want to go home.
Say "I want to go home".
We want to go home.
Yes, we want to go home.
I now realise for the first time that
I've got a bunch of weaklings in my army.
Being miles away from home, they've
forgotten their duty towards their country.
We know our duty.
And we have always fulfilled our duty.
But it's been fourteen years
since we left home.
Our families wake up each morning
with hope that we'll return that day...
and go to sleep each night, disappointed.
We have a responsibility towards them too.
So, with great respect, we request
that we be allowed to go home.
To tell your families that you've
returned home as failures?
We are not failures.
We've fought wars. And won them.
Who says we have won wars?
These are the people
who the Emperor is proud of.
These are the men whose names will be
recorded in Greek history for posterity.
My brave men, just think...
When you left Greece,
you were just a stream.
Today you are a splashing river.
And if you keep advancing like this...
tomorrow you will be an ocean.
You won victory over Iran.
You won victory over Turan.
You won victory over Egypt.
You won victory over Babul and Gandhar.
And now, when on the verge of winning over
the land which grows gold and silver...
whose oceans have pearls...
whose forests have sandalwood...
whose soil has saffron...
when this land is ready
to fall at your feet...
a land which even the
sun and moon envy...
then love for your home
has suddenly developed in your hearts?
This love for your home is just
another name for cowardice.
Get rid of this cowardice.
And rekindle that spark
of bravery in you and say...
"We will advance further".
But what is the point
in advancing further...
when, after fighting Porus,
we've come to realize...
that beyond this,
we've even stronger enemies to deal with?
So should we advance only
to be annihilated in this foreign land?
And there not be anybody
to even mourn our deaths?
Are we to advance only so you can
build your palaces on our graves?
Why should we, thousands of men,
sacrifice our lives...
to satisfy this crazy ambition of yours?
Because you are soldiers.
And it is the duty of every soldier
to listen to his superior's orders...
and follow the orders.
So have we not been
following your orders?
Haven't we been facing up to death
every single time on your orders?
Haven't we been sacrificing our lives,
winning for you half the world?
Do you want even the wind now
to blow only with your permission?
Do you want even the river now
to flow only with your permission?
Do you want the whole world
should surrender to you?
But Your Highness, the world
is a very big place.
No one man, however great,
can be master of all elements of the world.
Fear the wrath of the god
of the skies, Jupiter.
You are offending the son of Jupiter.
We don't want to offend
the son of Jupiter.
All we want is to go home.
We want to go home!
We want to go home!
Then go!
And tell your families that...
you've left your Nicator
behind in enemy territory.
So that he gets disgraced
and dies in anonymity.
Till today, I have never faced
defeat from anybody.
But today my own men
have defeated me.
Juminees, what will the world say?
What will the annals of history say?
What will future generations say?
But I have decided on one thing.
Go, prepare the offerings
for my father, Jupiter.
If he accepts the offerings,
my soldiers will come with me.
If he does not,
I will also go back with them.
Let the world see it as if
my father, Jupiter, refused me.
My father, Jupiter, must save my honor.
Father Jupiter, your son Alexander wants
your permission to advance further.
Give him a sign through Nature.
Alexander! Father Jupiter is not
happy with you.
He has rejected your offerings.
You cannot proceed!
- Rukhsana!
- Your Highness!
Long live Nicator Alexander!
Alexander, in front of father Jupiter,
you've embraced this woman.
So, according to the laws
of the gods...
she is your wife and
you are her husband.
Long live Alexander!
Seleucus, let the wish of
father Jupiter be respected.
Divide the troops into two battalions.
One will go back with you
via one route.
The other will go back with me
via another route.
Life exists because of love,
let it be spent in love
At the feet of beauty,
give up your heart...
give up your life
Life exists due to love
Beauty is here in its prime
This moment is priceless
I am singing now,
you should sing too
Let us sing together
Life exists because of love,
let it be spent in love
At the feet of beauty,
give up your heart...
give up your life
Life exists because of love
Life is for one night,
embrace this darkness
Be like the moon,
and spread moonlight everywhere
Serve everyone the nectar of love
Life exists because of love,
let it be spent in love
At the feet of beauty,
give up your heart...
give up your life
Life exists because of love
So what if you made a mistake,
forget what happened yesterday.
All's well that ends well,
so just sing along today
Play the flute
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