Classic Poem

Ours is the talk in the field of foe,
See! which stage has reached this show.

O Countrymen! you learn to sacrifice,
The secret of life is to cut across flow.

Take it to shore very soon O Sailor!
The boat of our country is out of the row.

How be remove the dark of distress,
This is now only our worry and woe.

Hang me up for the sake of freedom,
Rest is the will of a 'Bismil's woe.