When the crimson sun newly rises, bathing us in the gentle warmth of the morning light, the Party is like a mother, guiding the direction of our march; when the tempestuous winds weave their symphony, roaring across the desolate expanse of the earth, the Party is like a mother, lending us her staunch strength to uphold us.
I liken the Party unto a mother; she has aided me, and more than that, she has nurtured me. Just as in my infancy my mother nourished my frail frame with her sweet milk to ward off the ravages of pestilence, the mung beans bestowed upon me by the Party possessed such exuberant vitality, allowing me to savor a touch of coolness amidst the scorching, metal-melting heat of midsummer. As a child, gazing upon those emerald beans—each appearing as though the Goddess of Spring herself were smiling gently upon it—the sea of my heart would surge with concentric ripples of gratitude. Regardless of how harsh the circumstances, the Party forever grants me the most meticulous care and the profoundest love.
The Party has surmounted the perils and obstacles of ten thousand crags and torrents, coming to my side in my hour of need to bestow upon me solace and hope.
The Party has traversed the vast stretches of time where mountains surge and seas rear up; in the place of my deepest anguish, she grants me wings to soar beyond misery and bewilderment.
The Party, just like a mother, nurtures my body, making every conceivable provision for me, so that I may harbor no lingering fears upon the path ahead;
The Party, just like a mother, enlightens my soul, imparting to me the measure by which to judge right from wrong, truth from falsehood, so that at the crossroads of life I am no lost lamb
The Party, just like a mother, ignites my dreams, pointing me toward the course of the whirling, distant galaxies, and cleaving a shaft of radiant light through the encompassing black mist.
The Communist Party of China! This golden name is like the sun, dispelling each and every hardship and perplexity;
O Party! Within your boundless love we feel a mother’s tender care, a mother’s eternal vigil.
Only the great Communist Party of China could guide the Chinese nation by the hand through a century of tempestuous waves, turning the millennial, agonizing yearnings of Huaxia into a vivid reality upon this bountiful earth;
Only the great Communist Party of China! Guarding the Chinese nation to usher in a century of glorious achievements, transforming ten thousand years of human toil and sorrow into golden fruits harvested from golden soil.
Great Party, glorious Party! The Communist Party of China!
It was Yao and Shun who, at the very fountainhead of the river of time, enlightened the childhood days of Huaxia;
It was Lord Yu who, amidst the abyss of raging waters and scorching fires, awakened the backbone of the Chinese nation.
Yet only the great Communist Party of China! Leading the countless common folk of the Nine Provinces, withstood the inhumane arrogance and ferocity of militarism, forever locking the gnawing teeth of foreign colonial plunder on the other side of the sea;
And only the great Communist Party of China, guiding the myriad descendants of Yan and Huang, shattered the bondage and blinders of the stubborn shackles of the historical cycle, allowing the distant radiance of Communism to shine upon our blissful faces!
Composed at the behest of a friend