Thursday, March 26, 2015



Oh! My people!
Rise up! Never give up!
Oh! My brothers and sisters!
Unite and Fight!
Fight the enemies.

Break the fence
And bomb the tanks.
What will they do
If we march together
And seize their parliament?

We're not the cowards.
Our heart is like stone
Hard to break.

Blow the storm
To kick the dusts.
Knit the throats
And hang the monsters.

Though we're empty-handed,
We're not afraid.

Our voices are our bullets.
Our slogans are our cannons.
Our hands are our riffles.
Our peoples are our brigades.

March onward
And catch the vagabonds
Throw the drums
And block the roads.
Build the castles
And delay the troops.
Burn the camps
And set fire.

Listen the whistle
And pierce like an arrow
Into their abdomens.

The cowards are now
Spelling the verses
With the quivering hands
On the Bagava-buds.

They are very brave
To kill,
But very afraid
To die.

What is the use
To cry now?

If you can kneel down before us,
We'll forgive you.

Oh! My people!!
Open all the prisons
And release all the prisoners,
We all are free now.
Listen to the radio!
It is true,
"The people seized the power".

Now, all of you can go
And come back tomorrow.
Tomorrow is "Our first Independence Day".

How sweet is the day
With the sun shining beautiful
And saying good-morning.

Sing our National song
And hoist our flags,
Salute the heroes
Who laid their lives,
And fire Eight
To memorize our days.

(K. Kyaw)
1st January 2000. 216th Revolution Day of Arakan.
Released by the All Arakan Students' and Youths' Congres (AASYC)

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