I Dreamed Of Wars.
I dreamed of wars last night, the Magyar
Called to battle, as in times of old;
The heralds made loud proclamation
And the bloody sabre did uphold.
A sacred fire forthwith was kindled
At the gory emblem in true hearts;
The wreath of freedom is the guerdon,
And the hireling’s pay no zest imparts.
We twain that day were wed together –
Thou, my dear little one, and I:
My nuptial joys I did surrender,
For the fatherland I went to die.
Say, is not this a fate most direful,
On the marriage-night, love, to leave you?
Still, if my country called to struggle,
As in dreams I did, so would I do.