Fraternity-Testvériség, 1956 (34. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1956-10-01 / 10. szám

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FRATERNITY

But, alas, our trespasses Drew your indignation,

From the heaven fierce flashes Thundered on our nation:

Now the Mongol arrows broke On ns without warning,

Then we wore the Turkish yoke, Misery and mourning.

0, how often was the wild Ozmán proudly voicing Victory above our piled Bone-heaps with rejoicing!

Oft against you, land of birth Did your very son rave,

And the fairest mother earth Thus became her son’s grave!

Hides the hunted, but behind Sword follows in foe hand;

Looks around but cannot find Home within his homeland!

Down the dale and up the peak — Vain is his desire —

Red with blood the rivers reek, Flames the sky with fire.

Once a castle, happy, gay:

Now in ruins, piling.

Lament lingers there to-day And the groans of dying.

But, alas, on martyrs’ tomb No freedom is growing;

In slave-yoke and pallid doom Ceaseless tears are flowing.

Pity the Hungarian 0, Eternal Master,

Graciously protect him when Hungered by disaster.

Bring for people torn by fate Happy years and plenty:

Sins of future, sins of late,

Both are paid for amply.