Ten Myriads To Ji'an

Under icy sky all white we march
in snow through pine-trees white --
with mountains bowing over us
we climb the windy pass
red banners waving wildly

Where is it that we're heading ?!
to wind-swept snowij River Gan
we were told yesterday --
to march ten myriads to Ji'an
of workers and peasants


-- Mao Zedong -- Interpretation by 白狐 --

Other titles >
"On the Road to Ji'an"
and "On The Guangchang Road"