1. These marvels were born of that burning resolve
How feeble is the sword when character wields it

2. Neither iron nor fire emerges victorious
Both are consumed in the flames of truth

3. God is greater in thought than fiery torches
Beware, lest darkness flashes in the pupils

4. When conscience recoils in checking sin
Have patience, for there lies the ink and paper

5. If the wise were consulted, deceit would be no more
Injustice too, if the depths were fathomed

6. How the red idea’s paths have grown
Over the ashes of youth - that sweat

7. Twenty seven undefeated by literature
No gloom cast on their lads - that misery

8. Youth walked them, conscience-lead, so in peace
No traders, nor in war, mercenaries

9. That youth - truth’s suckling - in their blood
So how would those whose throats pulsate, submit?

10. The great revolution ceaselessly tempts them
Its red breast in their eyes spilling over

11. To glory he went, unmatched witness borne
To mortal, paths alike to him, un-carved

12. In each maid’s cry, a hope has run
And each soldier's leap, detachments march

13. Heroism that bewildered the world in its marvel
Intoxicants - are they in fires or fervor?

14. They are the cavaliers, on impossibles mounting raiders
Had but the napes of the vile stood in their way

15. In each hothead’s brow, a king was revealed
And from each, his every wish - compassion

16. Lenin, your sweetest dreams have proven true
So shake off your dust - suffice you the flood

17. Of the world’s law remains but a gasp
Yet the recoverers remain, of them some breath

18. Blessed be you, o revolution rousing the folk
These marvels with faith - their fragrance

19. That on belief survival should balance
The strong have died, but the faithful remain