1. The universe has become light and fire
O oppressors, where to flee?

2. Storms fill the east and west
As flames roar around them

3. Whenever death closes in on a tyrant
A storm descends upon his corpse

4. So the dormant wrath ignited into wrath
And the explosion led to another explosion

5. So revolt, O people, for the universe is not content
Unless the free revolt

6. And break the shackles off the tyrants' necks
And revolt, for the victors are the revolutionaries

7. A whisper, then an awakening, then a chant
Then an uprising, then a revolt and triumph

8. This is the tale of nations told
By the wrecker of Caesar's crumbling crown

9. The sluggish hand of the old clock stirred the east
Rising to say the dawn has broken

10. Pass, O night, for the eyes of the masses
Are no longer veiled in blindness

11. You who stand in the bustle of life
With your giddy heads swirling

12. If you stand still, I see no standstill in history
That would spare its steps any waiting

13. So make the right a throne of injustice
For the throne knows no left

14. O faces of the famished, O tale of woe
That has citizens from lands afar as motifs

15. Its events woven by the tyrant executioner
His rusty sword an emblem of might

16. You are to hunger a yellowing
While it is to soil, in its hands a yellowing

17. The despot disappoints, history does not record
A fang or even claws for him

18. We alone are heirs to this earth
All glory and pride are ours

19. For in the yellowness of autumn is an uprising
Each of its miracles a sign

20. Say to those whose souls fear has deflated and terror
Has snatched the determination from their eyes

21. Glance between east and west
Your heart gladdened at the glance’s audacity

22. Take the cup of tyrants from the hands of its pourer
And smash it, dry the dregs

23. Tomorrow the shackles will shatter and collapse
Above the wreck of its crown, colonialism

24. Does the envoy and consultant linger
In your haven, my country, as dawn breaks?

25. Send forth the cry for freedom, send it forth
As the seas send forth their murmur

26. Your heated passion for struggle has not relented
Never will captivity endure

27. And if it were a planet traversing the horizons
Its orbit would not curb its path

28. The world of oppressors, the oppressed has demolished
Its pillars, so collapse contained it

29. If it remained standing, it was for death
And if it marched, the march spelled suicide

30. The place of shackles will in time become
Upon its wounded wrists, a cave