Fraternity-Testvériség, 1956 (34. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1956-12-01 / 12. szám
4 FRATERNITY NATIONAL ODE* By Sándor Petőfi** Rise, Magyars! for this, thy land, Calls to thee — the hour’s at hand! Are we slaves or are we free? This to ask — the choice to thee! By the God of the Magyar, Do we swear, Do we swear, chains no longer Will we wear! Slaves were we,- until today, Cursed our forebears, cursed are they, Free they lived and free they died, In servile earth, restless bide. By the God of the Magyar, Do we swear, Do we swear, chains no longer Will we wear! Craven, barely breathing dust Dares not die when die he must, Holds his ragged life of fear, Not his country’s honor dear. By the God of the Magyar, Do we swear, Do we swear, chains no longer Will we wear! Brighter than the chain, the blade, Better far by arm displayed, But we still endure the chain! Flaunt our ancient sword again! By the God of the Magyar, Do we swear, Do we swear, chains no longer Will we wear!
