
Like a swarm of bees
Soaring up in the deep sky with the same tone,
Like the village cattles grazing on the meadow,
Like the lilies merrily shaking in the north wind;
If we join our hands,
Toil and moil to grip the rope of unity,
Together we will shine!
Brighter than the midday sun,
Stronger than the leopard.
Tears and empty hands would be the tales for our son...