See, we are one. Modi is You, and You are Modi. Modi is Gujarat, Gujarat is Modi. Who is Modi? You are Modi. Who is Gujarat? You are Gujarat. Repeat after me: Ektamaan shakti, ektamaan Modi. Unity is strength. Unity is Modi. Okay, now wear your Modi masks and once again repeat after me. Modi is You, and You are Modi. Modi is Gujarat, Gujarat is Modi. Who is Modi? You are Modi. Who is Gujarat? You are Gujarat. Repeat after me: Ektamaan shakti, ektamaan Modi. Unity is strength. Unity is Modi.

Aan shun chey? What do they want? This Manmohanbhai and Soniaben, this putri of Italy? Ujjar gamman erado pradhan. A figure among zeroes? Do they think, even for one minute, that they can come between you and me, Namo? How can they, when you are me and I am you? You can kill me. You can hang me. But you cannot take Gujarat away from me, Namo. Me, Modi, who has brought you water. Me, Modi, who has brought you development. Me, Modi, who has made this state the country’s best, with growth rates close to equalling China? Me, Modi, who believes in no nonsense and shoots dead all terrorists before they kill you? Arrey, in Gujarat, we don’t believe in giving state hospitality to terrorists like Congress does. Just as we have cancer specialists, Gujarat has encounter specialists to end the cancer of terror. See, you and me in Gujarat believe in one thing, and one thing: jevan bhaina mosalaw, tevan behenna jeet. Tit for tat and like for like.

Now put on your Modi masks and repeat after me: Ektamaan shakti, ektamaan Modi. Unity is strength. Unity is Modi. Okay, now wear your Modi masks and once again repeat after me. Modi is You, and You are Modi. Modi is Gujarat, Gujarat is Modi. Who is Modi? You are Modi. Who is Gujarat? You are Gujarat. Repeat after me: Ektamaan shakti, ektamaan Modi. Unity is strength. Unity is Modi.

Now the zeroes in my own party are getting scared of me, Namo. Why are they frightened of Modi? Because today, Modi is the sher of Gujarat. Tomorrow, Modi is the sher of India. The old men in Delhi are quaking in their old bones because no Gujarati turns out to hear them. The old men in Nagpur want to tell me how to be a good Hindu. Hay Bhagwan, daya karo! See this 56-inch chest? I, Modi, am the only mard among them. Hero hiraney kaapey. It needs a diamond to cut a diamond. Can any one stop a waterfall? Prevent a thunderburst or a bolt of lightening? Stop the ticking of the clock? Can Lal Kishanbhai become pradhan mantri without assistance from me, Modi, and from you, Gujaratis? What is the pankaj, lotus, without the pool? They can cut me up in four pieces and kill me. But they cannot destroy you, that is, a part of me. So can they destroy me, when they can’t destroy you?

Okay, now wear your Modi masks and once again repeat after me. Modi is You, and You are Modi. Modi is Gujarat, Gujarat is Modi. Who is Modi? You are Modi. Who is Gujarat? You are Gujarat. Repeat after me: Ektamaan shakti, ektamaan Modi. Unity is strength. Unity is Modi.

Mara bhaiyao aney beheno, you will get one last chance to vote for Modi. Do it, not for Modi, but for yourselves because you are Modi. As we say in Gujarat, Panch kahe tey parmeshwar. The voice of the people is the voice of God. To which I add: Modi kahe tey parmeshwar. The voice of Modi is the voice of God.