The peasants wrote poems praising the Party.

Party, my mother.

You looked at me with kind eyes.

Give me warmth, give me hope

You warm me with your broad arms.

Give me happiness, give me happiness.

Your appearance has brought earth-shaking changes to the beautiful snowy plateau.

Your appearance has made people in Xizang bid farewell to poverty and become rich and powerful.

We are willing to follow in your footsteps forever.

Stick to your beliefs.

We praise the kindness of the party.

We will always follow the party.

We are old and strong.

Glory belongs to party flag.

On this grand festival

Give our sincere gift.

Happy birthday to mom.