Please stop injustice, Today is Four Number Eight Revolution Day. The day fighting for Justice, The Era for Peace. Paved by the stone of Justice, On the lawn of Love, We are going on. With the benevolent heart, By the hands of Truth, We are sculpturing the new history, The days we are fighting against The narrow Chauvinism.
It is not the meadow of SLORC, Not the pasture of the animals, Not the days to hunt for Treasure Of a broken history.
Not the days of the selfish To be ruled by the mad and stupid.
Put aside the leeches, Keep away the bitches Of the black faces.
All the crops of disgust are rotten And throw them all away in the dustbins. Please be brave enough to get them off, It is the Revolution.
Please do not suck the sour milk any more, It is poison to life. Please do not sow the seeds of greed, It means death to the future of our nation. Please do not write the episode of Alibabas And please do not play the drama of thieves, And please do not bring the generations back The heritage of bad BSPP.
Please wash off all your soul By more surfs, Take bath to your body And dress well of good ironed,
Comb your head And welcome the gracious morn. Sing the song of Sermon At the dawn of good gospel. Today is the day of Revolution.
New day is already enlightened, The tide of Revolution has already high-risen. The storm of uprising is still blowing, Keep straight your insight With unremitting resolution.
Please welcome Tomorrow, Please be ashamed of your own behaviours, All of you are like the prostitutes Who have no shame and very self-conscious, Very selfish men of Reaction.
All of you are the culprits Who are staining youths of our future, our treasure. All of you are to be hanged In front of the angry crowd on the cross of cemetery.
All of you are the disease of Leprosy Which can not be cured, The viruses which give harms to all, The flies which destroy the crops.
All of you are the wizards Who know very well to deceive. Who do not wish to strive, Very lazy and nasty.
You know to talk too much, You understand to gossip, Akin to the cunning fox, A heavy burden to the tired earth.
Pollution to the atmosphere is Because of you. Therefore, please grow up more trees The droughts and disasters are Due to all disorders.
All of you are more fearful than the men Who are possessing nuclear. More fearful than the vampires, More disgusting than the rotten corpses.
Can you breathe your own smell? Please bury alive all your ugliness, Please gored out all your foolishness, It is just Revolution.
It is not a marriage, Not a movie, Not a friction, Not one thousand night stories, Not a blue book, Not a picture, Not a sculpture, Not a poem, Not a song, Not a guitar, It is an authentic Revolution Made up of bloody Truth.
Please welcome the magnificent morning, Beautiful like a sweet queen, Please be glorious like the streams very fresh, And please beautify the world Like the flowers which bloom at dawn.
Even the twinkling stars are striving hard To give light to this glooming world.
Oh! My moon! Please do not hide anymore Among the dark clouds.
Your face is very meaningful, the crown of glory. You are the Venus of us, The beauty of stars, You are the one who know to dance Very melodious, You are the apple of purple red, You are the owner of crimson lips, You are the one who smiles very sweet, Queen of giggling silks.
On the other hand, You are the one who steps strong, Who sometimes snare with discord, Who sometimes weep very deep With bitter injures. Who sometimes laugh at the world, Who sometimes do not care, You are “King of Emperors”. Who will deny that you always be The showers to our burning desires?
All of you! All of us! Let us toll the bells altogether With the slogans of high spirit In this very glorious morning. Let us dress the same white robes And sing a song in high tune And breathe the breeze Deep down to our hearts.
Let us fly like the birds In the wind of Freedom Under the blue sky.
It is the aurora of Revolution, It too is the victory of our land, It is the destination of our generation. It is the loud hail of imprisoned.
On the other hand, It is the fall of the repulsive, It is the end of the opportunists, It is the hell of the egoists.
How long will it take If we fight if we fight together? - How long will they stand If we strike if we strike stronger? -
(K. Kyaw) Released by All Arakan Student and Youth Congress (AASYC) On 12th Memorial Day of 8-8-88 (Four Number Eights) in salute to the fallen martyrs.