Sumptuous feasts are displayed.
And your activity never stops---
To scramble for every stere of space,
You rise unceasingly into the sky;
To flaunt your wealth,
You stretch your desire to the bottom of the sea.
- 3.
Nevertheless, I must praise.
The resplendent
Flower-like harbour,
Where several million compatriots live,
Work and struggle.
You're the main artery of entry and exit for the motherland;
You're the marketplace where goods are freely exchanged;
You're the conveyor belt, bringing goodwill and friendship;
You're the bridge that reaches towards the four seas and
the five continents;
For how many years have you served the motherland,
creating for her
Sources of inestimable wealth.
First written on 25th August, 1980.
Revised on 21st February, 1981.
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