भगत सिंह और उनके साथियों के संपूर्ण उपलब्ध दस्तावेज (प्रो. चमनलाल - प्रामाणिक ऐतिहासिक संकलन)

परिशिष्ट : दस - भगतसिंह का अंग्रेज़ी हस्तलेख
48
Internationale
Arise, ye prisoners of starvation!
Arise, ye wretched on earth,
For justice thunders condemnation,
A better world's in birth.
No more tradition's chains shall bind us,
Arise, ye slaves! no more in thrall!
The earth shall rise on new foundations,
We have been naught, and we be all.
[Refrain]
It is the final conflict;
Let each stand in his place,
The Internationale Party
Shall be the human race.
Behold them seated in their glory,
"The kings of mine and rail and soil!
What would you read in all their story
But how they plundered toil?
Fruits of people's work are buried
In the strong coffers of a few;
In voting for their restitution,
The men will ask only their due.
[Same Refrain]
Toilers from shops and fields united,
The party we of all who work;
The earth belongs to us, the people,
No room here for the shirk,
How many on our flesh have fattened?
" But if the noisome birds of prey,
Shall vanish from our sky some morning
The blessed sunlight still will stay.
[Same refrain]