'The change must come,
The looting must stop.
This impunity must end,
If the nation must regain its strength.'
The gong has sounded faithfully for so long,
But now, its voice is gone;
Alas, our gong has lost its voice.
The wife at home, bickering.
The children hungry, waiting.
Will your endless babbles bring us money?
Will the constant rambling about change pay the landlord's fee?
The gong is lost in thought,
And now, our gong has lost its voice.
Tell it to the rulers who have no compassion,
Tell it to the followers whose constant mistakes have enthroned the wrong.
We have stayed silent for far too long,
The world is in dire need of more gongs,
For this our gong has lost his voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very wonderful poem refering to our mother land.