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National Song

Rise up, Magyar, the country calls!

It's 'now or never' what fate befalls...

Shall we live as slaves or free men?

That's the question - choose your 'Amen"!

God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,

We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!

For up till now we lived like slaves,

Damned lie our forefathers in their graves -

They who lived and died in freedom

Cannot rest in dusts of thraldom.

God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,

We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!

A coward and a lowly bastard

Is he, who dares not raise the standard -

He whose wretched life is dearer

Than the country's sacred honor.

God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,

We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!

Sabers outshine chaine and fetters,

It's the sword that one's arm betters.

Yet we wear grim chains and shackles.

Swords, slash through damned manacles!

God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,

We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!

Magyar's name will tell the story

Worthy of our erstwhile glory

We must wash off - fiercely cleansing

Centuries of shame and condensing.

God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,

We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!

Where our grave-mounds bulge and huddle

Our grandson will kneel and cuddle,

While in grateful prayer they mention

All our sainted names' ascension.

God of Hungarians, we swear unto Thee,

We swear unto Thee - that slaves we shall no longer be!
(March 13. 1848)

Tr: Adam Makkai