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A Poem by Sandor Petofi: National Song

 

NATIONAL SONG.

NEMZETI DAL.

Rise, Magyar! is the country’s call:
The time has come, say one and all:
Shall we be slaves, shall we be free?
This is the question, now agree!
For by the Magyar’s God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant’s yoke
No more to bear!

Alas! till now we were but slaves;
Our fathers resting in their graves
Sleep not in freedom’s soil. In vain
They fought and died free homes to gain.
But by the Magyar’s God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant’s yoke
No more to bear!

A miserable wretch is he
Who fears to die my land for thee!
His worthless life who thinks to be
More worth than thou, sweet liberty!
Now by the Magyar’s God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant’s yoke
No more to bear!

The sword is brighter than the chain,
Men cannot nobler gems attain;
And yet the chain we wore, O shame!
Unsheathe the sword of ancient fame!
For by the Magyar’s God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant’s yoke
No more to bear!

The Magyar’s name will soon once more
Be honored as it was before!
The shame and dust of ages past
Our valor shall wipe out at last.
For by the Magyar’s God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant’s yoke
No more to bear!

And where our graves in verdure rise
Our children’s children to the skies
Shall speak the grateful joy they feel,
And bless our names the while they kneel.
For by the Magyar’s God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant’s yoke
No more to bear!

Sándor Petőfi

Sandor Petofi

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