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SzzatThe Szzat (in English: Appeal) is considered as a second national anthem of Hungary, beside Isten ldd meg a magyart. Usually its first two stanzas are sung at national celebrations (the official one at the beginning, and this one at the end). It was written in 1836 by Mihly Vrsmarty, and was made into music in 1840 by Bni Egressy. Lyrics Szzat
Hazdnak rendletlenűl
Lgy hve, oh magyar;
Blcsőd az s majdan srod is,
Mely pol s eltakar.
A nagy vilgon e kivűl
Nincsen szmodra hely;
ldjon vagy verjen sors keze:
Itt lned, halnod kell.
Ez a fld, melyen annyiszor
Apid vre folyt;
Ez, melyhez minden szent nevet
Egy ezredv csatolt.
Itt kzdtenek honrt a hős
rpdnak hadai;
Itt trtek ssze rabigt
Hunyadnak karjai.
Szabadsg! itten hordozk
Vres zszlidat,
S elhulltanak legjobbjaink
A hosszu harc alatt.
s annyi balszerencse kzt,
Oly sok viszly utn,
Megfogyva br, de trve nem,
l nemzet e hazn.
S npek hazja, nagy vilg!
Hozzd btran kilt:
"Egy ezredvi szenveds
Kr ltet vagy hallt!"
Az nem lehet hogy annyi szv
Hiban onta vrt,
S keservben annyi hű kebel
Szakadt meg a honrt.
Az nem lehet, hogy sz, erő,
s oly szent akarat
Hiba sorvadozzanak
Egy toksly alatt.
Mg jőni kell, mg jőni fog
Egy jobb kor, mely utn
Buzg imdsg epedez
Szzezrek ajakn.
Vagy jőni fog, ha jőni kell,
A nagyszerű hall,
Hol a temetkezs fltt
Egy orszg vrben ll.
S a srt, hol nemzet sűlyed el,
Npek veszik krűl,
S az ember milliinak
Szemben gyszkny űl.
Lgy hve rendletlenűl
Hazdnak, oh magyar:
Ez ltetőd, s ha elbukl,
Hantjval ez takar.
A nagy vilgon e kivűl
Nincsen szmodra hely;
ldjon vagy verjen sors keze:
Itt lned, halnod kell.
Written by Mihly Vrsmarty> nbsp; | Appeal
Oh, Magyar, keep immovably
your native country's trust,
for it has borne you, and at death
will consecrate your dust!
No other spot in all the world
can touch your heart as home—
let fortune bless or fortune curse,
from hence you shall not roam!
This is the country that your sires
have shed their blood to claim;
throughout a thousand years not one
but adds a sacred name.
'Twas here brave rpd's mighty sword
ordained your land to be,
and here the arms of Hunyad broke
the chains of slavery.
Here Freedom's blood-stained flag has waved
above the Magyar head;
and here in age-long struggles fell
our best and noblest, dead.
In spite of long calamity
and centuries of strife,
our strength, though weakened, is not spent;
our country still has life.
To you, O nations of the world,
we call with passioned breath:
"Should not a thousand years of pain
bring liberty—or death?"
It cannot be that all in vain
so many hearts have bled,
that haggard from heroic breasts
so many souls have fled!
It cannot be that mind and strength
and consecrated will
are wasted in a hopeless cause
beneath a curse of ill!
There yet shall come, if come there must,
that better, fairer day
for which a myriad thousand lips
in fervent yearning pray.
Or there shall come, if come there must,
a death of fortitude;
and round about our graves shall stand
a nation washed in blood.
Around the graves where we shall die
a weeping world will come,
and millions will in pity gaze
upon the martyrs' tomb.
Then, Magyar, keep unshakeably
your native country's trust,
for it has borne you and at death
will consecrate your dust!
No other spot in all the world
can touch your heart as home;
let fortune bless or fortune curse,
from hence you shall not roam!
Translated by Watson Kirkconnell | External link
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