The young ones must rise,
Before their own eyes,
Before the eyes of the nation,
Before it is too late for any action.
The wave of the youth like the ripples of the sea,
Should be on the move for eternity,
Why should they be afraid of anything?
The lost glory they must bring.
The motherland needs you now,
The motherland urges you to take the sacred vow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much for your wonderful and amazing write. It reminds me my poem A long March another which I was thinking about but couldn't complete. I think it was 1978. But after reading your poem I'm inspired to complete my forgotten poem. Thanks once again. +10.