Poems | Selected Works of Mao Tse-tung

MOUNT LIUPAN

--to the tune of Ching Ping Yueh

October 1935


 

The sky is high, the clouds are pale,
We watch the wild geese vanish southward.
If we fail to reach the Great Wall we are not men
We who have already measured twenty thousand li
High on the crest of Mount Liupan
Red banners wave freely in the west wind.
Today we hold the long cord in our hands,
When shall we bind fast the Grey Dragon?



Poems | Selected Works of Mao Tse-tung