by John Collins
The invaluable star in Asia,
Twinkles throughout the world;
A peaceful land of pleasure,
Is ranked as the celestial abode.
A union of sacrificial people,
From seven states and divisions;
Won't let their star go feeble,
Throughout all fearful situations.
Till the earth & the sky go on,
The flag of Myanmar will flutter;
The patriots, in rhythmic tune,
Will sing National Song together.
He who tries to part this land,
Is our capital enemy, not our own;
The world should understand,
We are all peaceful, but not down.