Appendix No. I
Appendix No.II ghujpjhrd; ghly;fs; g[ul;rpf;ftp (gpy;fzpak; E}iyj; jgtpaj) epnuhil epyk; fphpf;f belku';fs; epiwe;j bguk; fhlhf;f nenuho thh;e;jpuf;fg; guf;if fy;ypd; bel';fd;wpy; gpy";nru ghk;g[f;tl;lk; g[jf;fpath; ahh;> mhfefuz;lhf;fp* rpw;w}uk; tug;bglj;j tayk; MW njf;fpa ey;tha;f;fhyk;/ tifg;glj;jp bew;nru cgj gad; tpistpf;fk; epiwa[ihg;g[j; njhs;fbsy;yhk; vthpd; njhs;fs;> fw;gpse;j kiygpse;j fdpfs; btl;of; futpbay;yhk; bra;j je;j ifjhd; ahh; if> bghw;wfisf; fly; Kj;ij kzpf;fyj;ij ngha; vlf;f mlf;fpa \r;brthpd; \r;r> - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - bghgj njhwk; g[dyf;fk; mdyf;fk; nrw;wpdf;fk; ff;fk; tp#g;ghk;gpdf;fk; gpyj;jpdf;fk; flk; grpf;fk;,ilawh neha;fsf;fk;
gypahfpf; fhy; iffs; cly; rpe;jk; gr;ir uj;jk; ghpkhwp,e;ehl;il rypahj tutha[k; cilajhfj; je;jbjth> mtbuy;yhk;,e;neuk; vypahf Kayhf,Uf;fpd;whh;fs;* Vkhe;j fhyj;jpy; Vw;wk; bfhz;nlhd; g[yp nt#k; nghlfpwhd;* bghjkf;fl;fg; g[y;yst[ kjpg;ngdk; jufpd;whdh> (ghujpjhrd; ftpijfs; gf;fk; 32/ 33) (Labour produces all wealth. But the producer perishes in poverty whereas the exploiters enjoy all the wealth. This reflects the views of Shelley in Mask of Anarchy and Song to Men of England.)
Appendix No.III ghujpjhrd; ghly; cyfg;gd; ghl;l: Xlg;guhapUf;Fk; ViHag;gh; cijag;guhfp tpl;lhy; Xh; behof;fs; Xlg;gh; caug;gh; vy;yhk; khwp Xg;gg;gh; Ma; tplthh; czug;gh ep The exploiter can be smashed and equality can be established if the exploited masses pick up courage, unite and struggle against Exploitation. This reflects the call given in the Mask of Anarchy Rise like lions after slumber.
Appendix No. IV Song to the Men of England by Percy Bysshe Shelley Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear? Wherefore feed and clothe and save, From the cradle to the grave, Those ungrateful drones who would Drain your sweat nay, drink your blood? Wherefore, Bees of England, forge Many a weapon, chain, and scourge, That these stingless drones may spoil The forced produce of your toil? Have ye leisure, comfort, calm, Shelter, food, love s gentle balm? Or what is it ye buy so dear
With your pain and with your fear? The seed ye sow another reaps; The wealth ye find another keeps; The robes ye weave another wears; The arms ye forge another bears. Sow, seed, -but let no tyrant reap; Find wealth, -let no imposter heap; Weave robes, -let not the idle wear; Forge arms, in your defence to bear. Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells; In halls ye deck another dwells. Why shake the chains ye wrought? Ye see The steel ye tempered glance on ye. With plough and spade and hoe and lom, Trace your grave, and build your tomb, And weave your winding-sheet, till fair England be your sepulchre!
Appendix No. V Anthem of the Communist International The song of the First and Second International, the song was written by a transport worker after the Paris Commune was crushed by the French government. The song was later used as the first Soviet Union National Anthem and Anthem of the (Third) Communist International; until 1944 when the latter was dissolved. The Soviet national anthem then became The Song of Stalin on March 15, 1944. Song from the Funet russian Archives Written by: Eugene Pottier (Paris 1871) Music by: Pierre Degeyter The Internationale (lyrics) The Internationale [variant words in square brackets] Arise ye workers [starvelings] from your slumbers Arise ye prisoners of want For reason in revolt now thunders And at last ends the age of cant. Away with all your superstitions Servile masses arise, arise We ll change henceforth[forthwith] the old tradition [conditions] And spurn the dust to win the prize. So comrades, come rally And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race. So comrades, come rally And the last fight let us face The Internationale unites the human race. No more deluded by reaction On tyrants only we ll make war The soldiers too will take strike action They ll break ranks and fight no more And if those cannibals keep trying To sacrifice us to their pride They soon shall hear the bullets flying] We ll shoot the generals on our own side. No saviour from on high delivers No faith have we in prince or peer Our own right hand the chains must shiver Chains of hatred, greed and fear E er the thieves will out with their booth [give up their booth] And give to all a happier lot. Each [those] at the forge must do their duty And will strike while the iron is hot.
Appendix No. VI British National Anthem God save the Queen (King) God save our gracious Queen (King) Long live our noble Queen (King), God save the Queen (King). Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the Queen (King). O Lord God arise, Scatter our enemies, And make them fall! Confound their knavish tricks, Conjure their politics, On you our hopes we fix, God save the Queen (King)! Not in this land alone, But be God s mercies known,
From shore to shore! Lord make the nations see, That men should brothers be, And form one family. The wide world over. From every latent foe, From the assassins blow, God save the Queen (King), O er her (his) thine arm extend, For Britain s sake defend, Our mother, prince and friend, God save the Queen (King)! Thy choicest gifts in store, On her (his) be pleased to pour, Long may she (he) reign! May she (be) defend our laws, And ever give us cause, To sing with heart and voice, God save the Queen (King)!
Appendix No. VII British National Anthem Changed by Shelley God prosper, speed and save God raise from England s grave Her murdered Queen! Pave the swift victory The steps of Liberty Whom Britons own to be Immortal Queen.