Chapter 80 The Mahendra Poems

〔Nepal〕Mahendra Bir Bilakham Shah① Go forward forever, warriors who don't give up an inch; you are the brave sons of Nepal, where you grew up.Let the enemy's scimitar and bayonet be all that you face, if you are brave and strong.Your civil rights, Mahendra, Bill Birakham Shah, King of Nepal.You need not fear either, the truth is on your side.You march forward forever, no matter what caste, what creed, you are all born from this land.Long weeping and wailing Mother said, "These are not my children—" They are so, so different. " "Some are crawling in poverty again; "I can't bear to raise my eyes and look carefully, "they are so, so disparate."

"Some are all covered with silk; "I can't look," said the mother, "they are so, so disparate. " "Some of them live in luxurious castles," and some curl up in humble shacks; "I can't bear to see my children," they are so, so disparate. "You are the elite of the universe and you are everywhere; like the life of all beings, you are everywhere. The brilliance of precious stones; you are hidden in the drops of water, which merge into the ocean. Appearing in the rays; you are the atmosphere that moves the winds around the sky.Since life is a synthesis of laughter and tears, we have the courage to meet the great changes in love.

The sand is thin and long; don't worry, "hope" is on our side. Dedicated to friends, once needed, we also have the blood of sacrifice.Under the scorching sun in summer, in the midst of storms in the wet season, the moonlight is covered by clouds, and only the starlight guides the way. I will definitely come to you, my love; I will never fail to promise. Get ready for the summer thunder and lightning, through countless obstacles, only lightning guides the way, I will come to you, my love; I will never fail to promise. Maybe encounter death, I will never take a step back; bravely be a lamp to guide me, I will definitely come to you, my love; I will never break my promise.I come to your temple, my lord, with only piety in mind; empty hands, but I seek peace, I come, I seek, I find.

A glass of clean water only brings tears welling up in my eyes. Candles and fragrant flowers; my hands are empty, and I lay my soul at your feet. Giving gold and silver, I offer—my troubled and lonely life that was your own.When the blue bird returned, she said nothing; I was lonely and desolate for her, and I was so hopeless that I died. I only heard birds chirping and chirping, which didn't cheer me up a bit, because I didn't get any news from her. Brilliant as a flame; nor could the sight hold my gaze, while I waited for her news. Dark clouds and rain, across the sky across the endless sky; this scenery can not make me stare, when I wait for her news.

Showing up in twos, threes, and threes, I'm ruthless and moody, and I'm waiting for her news. How sweet!How gentle! This can't solve the sadness in my heart, when I wait for her news. Waiting to hear the echo of her footsteps, in the silence of the night—and my waiting was in vain... in vain. Who can comfort me and share my sorrows—only you—but you live far away from me who is sad, far away—far away. Just because we were born on the same soil, we have the same fate; if the same blood runs in our veins, who will sing or laugh at it? All the same to the dead; let's fight to the last ditch, to the last ditch, against our common foe.

We will share equally, we will work together and die together for the nation that gave us life. We will never back down, never be afraid. We will rise as one to defend our friends, our lives and our land. Even if they are alive, they are still dead; those who love the motherland and work hard - even if they die forever, they are still alive.Why beg for help as long as we have arms? We use our bravery and perseverance to build the motherland and serve the motherland. We, ourselves, are poor and needy; but we are the proud sons of the earth; our riches are--valor and labor. What does that matter!

Our only wealth is a pair of arms under the banner of the sun and the moon. It does not suit us; there is only a motherly debt we owe, which we will never forget. We shall feast upon the fruit of our own planting, be it sweet or sour; we would rather suffer in our own soil than seek foreign orgies. O, do not make your mother weep by removing from this land; do not, by a moment's self-deception, forget where you grew up. Come to alleviate the sorrow of the loving mother; use the fruits of your hard work to repay the deep kindness of the loving mother. You'll drain the country; don't tear down the banner of liberty to seek your own.

Look upon the world with pride; your task is to stand on your own feet, to defend her rights. Don't let sadness and disappointment disturb the heart of a loving mother; let us raise the national flag high and straight to the vast sky.Nepal, my mother please don't frown! Please don't worry! We will light the lamp of progress to illuminate your face—we must, we must! South to India, north to the Himalayas! We will light the lamp of progress to illuminate your face—we must, we must! Descend to the low-moist plains; we'll build a passage! We will light the lamp of progress to illuminate your face—we must, we must!

Waving is not without purpose - to strike down our enemies! We will light the lamp of progress to illuminate your face—we must, we must! We will always be in love with each other; we will tighten every nerve to light the lamp of progress and shine on your kind face-we must, we must! You have tens of thousands of sons and daughters running forward to light up the lamp of progress and shine your kind face—we must, we must! Once the country needs it, there is only forward, not backward - come to defend you and ourselves, come to light the lamp of progress and shine your kind face - we must, we must!We are Nepalese and nothing can stop us from rising; we are ready to lay down our lives when our country needs it most.

Where we ourselves were born; no pressure can keep us from growing stronger. Sprinkle the last drop of blood; we work tirelessly to serve our land. We once failed to unite all walks of life due to ignorance; now that we understand the meaning of unity, we will never hesitate to move forward. We will never again be deceived by sweet words. Rising rising forever rising. Nepalese cherish their motherland far more than their own lives; he will do his best to raise the flag of the sun and the moon. It is easy for me to forget the world and myself. I met you by the spring for no reason, but it made me eternal Also hard to forget.

The morning glow shines in the world of mortals, you hurried past holding the pot, with a touch of dark blue around your eyes. The crystal dew is still shining on the Gulanth flowers on your temples, and when you walk by, the loose necklaces tremble in your messy hair. Wrapped in the fluttering folds of clothes, the young face was gently covered with a veil of chastity. Wearing something plain and self-woven—the charm?It's really hard to describe! She is a pure Nepalese daughter!Since there is no life to escape death, you cannot get back those lost days. We must insist on discarding the bad habit of pushing today's things to tomorrow. Build the motherland today; the time will never come back, and no one knows what will happen in the future. Take good care of the unity of the country; don't be a useless burden—don't be a mother's curse. Faithful, timely, do the work well; study hard in life, and take immortal honor as treasure.I woke up suddenly this morning; I wrote this poem in my dream last night. Together we will climb to the summit of the Himalayas, our arms will be tied with garlands, and we will play together. Heavenly land; we shall wash away our tracks by moonlight. With the fireflies for our company, we will sing to the tune of the crickets. Any food around us; we will drink the springs of the Himalayas together. On the mountain side of the Himalayas, the grass is used as a bed, and the quilt is the blue sky. We will maintain the world we have created with a smile; we will enjoy the life we ​​add to the world.She is not a powdered baby or a model wearing a light veil, she is a typical daughter of nature, blooming on the land of Nepal. Beside the small door of the hut, she rubbed her eyes briskly, stretching and stretching to her heart's content. Her lips are naturally red; her hair bears the sun when she stretches it to its heart's content. A beaded ring dangles around her neck; she's quite a Nepalese girl when she stretches to her heart's content. Lu Zhuer hugged the daffodils tightly, and the daffodils were still stuck on her head; she trimmed her long black hair, and she stretched it as much as she wanted. Just as her plain native dress was, the sun was tinged with iridescent light as she stretched her heartily. There was a Nepalese glow on her face; I woke up to a glimpse of the girl, as she stretched herself to her heart's content.The frequent beating of mata drums makes people's heart beat faster. At this time, I caught a glimpse of Xunqi, with a touch of black in her eyes. The neighboring chickens sang loudly, at this time, I caught a glimpse of Qiqi in the corner of my heart. The flowers are blooming in the forest, at this time, I caught a glimpse of Xun Qi in the corner of my heart. I can't stop singing from the top of the tree. At this time, I caught a glimpse of Xingqi in the corner of my heart. Running down the edge of the cliff, at this time, I caught a glimpse of Xuanqi in the corner of my heart. Blowing through the quiet dusk, at this time, I caught a glimpse of Xingqi in the corner of my heart. Shining on my face, at this time, I caught a glimpse of Xunqi in the corner of my heart. I was lonely and restless all night, counting the stars in the sky. At this time, I caught a glimpse of Xie Qi in the corner of my heart. ("Mahendra Poetry Copy", translated by Bing Xin and Sun Yong from the English translation "Harvest Poetry Notes" published in Kathmandu, Nepal in 1964. Published by Writers Press in May 1965. Only Bing Xin's translated poems are included in this volume.)