The poem is a Hungarian national song calling on the Hungarian people to rise up and swear an oath to no longer be slaves. It references Hungary's history of subjugation and calls the Magyars to match the glory of their ancestors by throwing off the chains of slavery and washing away centuries of shame. It urges sacrificing one's life for the country's pride and future generations who will cherish their graves and sing their praises. The poem concludes by having the Hungarian people swear by all the gods of Hungary that they will no longer wear the yoke of slavery.
The poem is a Hungarian national song calling on the Hungarian people to rise up and swear an oath to no longer be slaves. It references Hungary's history of subjugation and calls the Magyars to match the glory of their ancestors by throwing off the chains of slavery and washing away centuries of shame. It urges sacrificing one's life for the country's pride and future generations who will cherish their graves and sing their praises. The poem concludes by having the Hungarian people swear by all the gods of Hungary that they will no longer wear the yoke of slavery.
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The poem is a Hungarian national song calling on the Hungarian people to rise up and swear an oath to no longer be slaves. It references Hungary's history of subjugation and calls the Magyars to match the glory of their ancestors by throwing off the chains of slavery and washing away centuries of shame. It urges sacrificing one's life for the country's pride and future generations who will cherish their graves and sing their praises. The poem concludes by having the Hungarian people swear by all the gods of Hungary that they will no longer wear the yoke of slavery.
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National Song Of slaves and fetters we grow bored.
Leap to my side, ancestral sword.
By all the gods of Hungary http://www.5percangol.hu/cikk/sandor_ We hereby swear, petofi_national_song That we the yoke of slavery No more shall wear.
On your feet now, Hungary calls you!
Now is the moment, nothing stalls you, Shall we be slaves or men set free That is the question, answer me! By all the gods of Hungary We hereby swear, That we the yoke of slavery No more shall wear. Magyars, once more our name and story Slaves we have been to this hour, Shall match our ancestors’ in glory Our forefathers who fell from power The centuries of shame and hurt Fell free and lived as free men will, Can now be washed away like dirt. On land that was their own to till, By all the gods of Hungary By all the gods of Hungary We hereby swear, We hereby swear, That we the yoke of slavery That we the yoke of slavery No more shall wear. No more shall wear. And wheresoever we may perish Whoever now his life begrudges Grandchildren those graves shall cherish Deserves his death with thieves and drudges, Singing our praises in their prayers For setting his own worthless hide To thank us that our names are theirs. Above his country’s need and pride. By all the gods of Hungary By all the gods of Hungary We hereby swear, We hereby swear, That we the yoke of slavery That we the yoke of slavery No more shall wear. No more shall wear. by Szirtes, George The sword shines brighter than the fetters It is the finery of our betters,