It
is none other than the National Defense Commission chairman,
General
Kim Jong Il [Kim Cho'ng-il] [preceding name in bold as published],
the unrivaled heaven-sent General of Mt. Paektu, who
Learned
how to govern the world
From
a table placed in the Supreme Command for mapping out a plan of
operations during the war days,
While
hearing the sound of guns coming from a battlefield on Mt. Paektu
during the anti-Japanese [struggle] days,
With
steely will and gun barrel,
Standing
tall at the head of the chuch'e armed forces,
Assuming
responsibility for the destiny of the fatherland and the nation,
And
led the revolution as a whole,
Along
the single-track road from century to century.
It
is none other than our NDC chairman,
The
powerful and fearless General Kim Jong Il who,
Since
no political formula of conventional framework
Or
ultramodern scientific and technological means
Could
calm the fiery wind of threats and natural disasters,
And
the mountains of the most arduous trials,
And
because only with the invincible gun barrel could they be broken
through,
Lifted
up the almighty military-first banner,
Turning
the treacherous road of "arduous march"
Into
a march toward a paradise, a broad level way out.
A
brilliant, invincible military-first command,
A
big heart to the tens of millions of soldiers and people when they
are united,
A
supreme commander well acquainted with the military affairs,
And
an invincible NDC chairman to the country.
As
no one can casually associate with him
And
as he is held at the very top of our Republic,
The
mad wind of imperialism stopped struggling and keeps its head down
And
my fatherland displays fireworks to celebrate successive triumphs.
It
is none other than the NDC chairman,
Our
peerlessly superb General Kim Jong Il, who,
Oh,
with do-or-die resolve when fighting is inevitable,
With
the pluck that he would win victory in all fights without fail,
Standing
firmly on a hard bulwark in the anti-US showdown,
With
lightning and thunder reverberating throughout the skies,
Overwhelmed
the dissonance from the bastards' heated anti-Republic commotion,
With
the scream of those being destroyed.
Sacred
it is.
My
country's sky is blue over the gun barrel
And
stacks of all kinds of grain stalks harvested in a bumper crop grow
high.
It
is none other than our NDC chairman,
The
military-first veteran of all battles General Kim Jong Il, who,
Giving
priority to the gun barrel and national defense,
Hardened
the defense position of the fatherland into a fortress
And
pushed towers of great construction up through the sky,
Beating
the drum for advance with the sound of national defense hammer,
Raising
the height of the fatherland with the launching pad of an artificial
earth satellite,
Demonstrating
the lofty dignity of the nation of the sun and
The
majestic appearance of the powerful state of chuch'e to the whole
world.
O,
the peerless general who is the general of all generals,
The
matchlessly great man who is the greatest of all great men.
It
is none other than our NDC chairman, the greatest man in the world,
The
brilliant, ever-victorious commander General Kim Jong Il,
The
military-first sun admired by the whole world,
The
person whom we will forever uphold at the very top of the Republic
And
for whom tens of millions of soldiers and people will become guns and
bombs to defend him at the risk of their lives, who,
With
his hand,
Has
achieved immortal accomplishments
That
cannot be built even in a long historical period, even in hundreds of
years
On
the rock-firm foundation laid for a powerful state of chuch'e.
