It’s too long
The time’s immemorial
Dwindle away the footprint
Taken the leading role for us
Tears shedding in the calm moonlight
Wailing for us.
How long shall we be oppressed
While the strategy of the devils and ghosts
Is worked out and on
Snatching away our dishes
Giving us a slap on the check
Will we stay even as narrating
The dream stories?
No, we are the rebels, the singers
Who sing the opening song of the Century?
Look, now our arms are growing old.
Keeping mutual confidence
Locking all our arms
We’ll stop all the warlike flow
From every angle.
This large blaze too, claiming our lives
Will be extinguished.
This page that’s already opened!
Who will write full on it
Our life history
Our real identity
Who will depict but our fingers
And our arms, the only arms.
See, the blazing sun over our head
Covered with cloud.
Before us flowers are ready
To open the tender petals.
After a few moment
The sunlight will spread
In all directions.
The lovely aroma of flowers
Will put traps in the flower directions
Why should we be anxious?
Written by M. Borkanya in Manipuri and translated into English by K. Kulladhwaja
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