Song Of Victory
It is not the time to dip in Lethe River,
by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
It is the time to raise arms, ceaselessly;
To breathe in the free sky shining,
Get up, to break the hands of dragon dancing.
Self burning is the signal of defeat, depression;
And immolation is the losing self impression,
Every autumn is followed by spring, joyous;
No sinner can live for ever, victorious.
Do not take dear Tibet into night,
Best way to defeat slavery, is fight;
Dying untimely is not a valiant option,
Let tonight be the last night of slavery for companion.
In this arduous fight for blissful liberation,
Every movement may fetch hibernation,
Days and night never remain the same;
As when lives a man lives less and die more.
O tyrant of darkness! You will perish soon:
Those born with me will see free moon;
I swear to Great Dalai Lama, but swear in joy;
But very pest of our plight will soon be a deceased body.