[Translated by me]
We, by our will, for our lives, with our hands alone, forged the ICBM—Yet who is America, after all, forcing the UN to cast 《sanctions》 against us! Who is America!
Those loud, heavy, so-called ‘superpowers’, that starved their waists to have nuclear weapons at hand, claiming the Yankees would sneer without it—How could they, even with nuclear arms in their palms, still lower their heads to America’s glance, become its chorus, the fringe, and raise their hands for the 《sanctions》 against us?
Chanting for their own interests, heedless of others’ fate, they look at our missiles as if we caused some vast dangers against the world, echoing whatever the U. S. howls—How pathetic, how evil. Who is America, after all!
It cleaved my land into two, drove our people into a merciless war, and for more than seventy years, barred us from the full breath of peaceful days—What for, must it torment us so bitterly, for so long! Why, America!
Even now, even today—because we do not bow as others bow, because we refuse to kneel before itself, the Empire, it rattles nuclear threats at our door, and breeds blockades, sanctions, every evil deeds—why such venom without end! Why, America!
For powerless justice is a broken reed, for peace without nuclear arms is a hollow dream; after thousands of miles following the Party, our people, at last, have come to this very day of history.
All across the battlefields of the Fatherland Liberation War, we have vanquished, upholding common rifles, the atomic bombs America boasts of—and now, with atomic, hydrogen bombs, and even the ICBM at our hand, America is no longer a far-off enemy, nor a 《giant》 of the age.
Yes—even if America and its fanatics uproar to denuclearize us, it will never be so.
Our nuclear arms—the steel fist of Korea, our pride, our dignity, our independence, the sure guardian of my country’s peace, and the seed of every victory and glory!
To demand that we abandon this—what an arrogant delirium of yours, America!
Behold! The nuclear power of Juche, a military strength of the world, the dawn of ultimate triumph reddening the Eastern sky!
Let America, and all its hostile trains heap sanctions a hundred, blockades a thousand—on this land, where the heaven-born commander, General KIM JONG UN abides, our military and our people, shall be laughing at America’s eclipse at last!