Dear sisters, work hard, struggle, resist!

Look, the iron hoofs of imperialism have pounded our soil;
Look, the black hands of feudalism are still threatening our sisters.
Come quickly, come quickly, come quickly and get rid of all these
tigers and foxes, and sweep away all obstacles.
We, we, we are the free masters of our country, and not born slaves.
Come, come, dear sisters,
Unite together and march forward,
How can loose sands be solid?
Come, come, dear sisters,
And unite together as one heart,
The last victory belongs to us.
Work hard,
Struggle,
Resist,
The last victory belongs to us.

“The Marching Song of Women”, Zhuang Ming, April 1937.