Bread, wine--thou hast everything in abundance.
For me, I love Liberty as a bride.
Through the day in my thoughts, through the
night in my dreams
I survey the woes of my fatherland.
But the inconstant nature of Liberty
Prevents me from attaining her.
Alas, my brethren are all slaves.

The wind is so sweet, the dew is so bright,
The flowers are so fragrant,
Men are becoming all kings--
And yet can we forget what the people are
suffering?
At Peking we must bow our head
Before the wolf of an Emperor.
Alas, Freedom is dead.
Asia the Great is nothing else
But an immense desert.

In this century we are working
To open a new age.
In this century, with one voice, all virile men
Are calling for a new making of heaven and
earth.

May the soul of the people rise to the peak of
Kwang-tung.

Washington and Napoleon, you two sons of
Liberty,
May you become incarnated in the people.
Hin-yun, our ancestor, guide us.
Spirit of Freedom, come and protect us.

-138-