Nemzeti dal

Sándor Petőfi reading the Nemzeti dal

The Nemzeti dal ("National Song") is a poem written by Sándor Petőfi that is said to have inspired the Hungarian Revolution of 1848. Petőfi read the poem aloud on March 15 in Vörösmarty Square in Budapest to a gathering crowd, who by the end were chanting the refrain as they began to march around the city, seizing the presses, liberating political prisoners, and declaring the end of Austrian rule.

Hungarians celebrate the anniversary of the revolution on March 15. Red-white-green ribbons are worn to commemorate the fallen revolutionaries and the ideal of the revolution. Hungary briefly achieved independence from 1848–1849, but was defeated by the combined forces of the Habsburgs and the Russian Empire. Despite its ultimate defeat, the revolution initiated a chain of events that led to the autonomy of Hungary within the new Austro-Hungarian Empire in 1867.

The poem has come to rank third after the Himnusz and Szózat as a statement of Hungarian national identity.

The translation below of the "National Poem" is literal, attempting to convey the precise meaning of the original text.^[1]

Nemzeti dal Talpra magyar, hí a haza! Itt az idő, most vagy soha! Rabok legyünk vagy szabadok? Ez a kérdés, válasszatok! – A magyarok istenére Esküszünk, Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk! Rabok voltunk mostanáig, Kárhozottak ősapáink, Kik szabadon éltek-haltak, Szolgaföldben nem nyughatnak. A magyarok istenére Esküszünk, Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk! Sehonnai bitang ember, Ki most, ha kell, halni nem mer, Kinek drágább rongy élete, Mint a haza becsülete. A magyarok istenére Esküszünk, Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk! Fényesebb a láncnál a kard, Jobban ékesíti a kart, És mi mégis láncot hordtunk! Ide veled, régi kardunk! A magyarok istenére Esküszünk, Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk! A magyar név megint szép lesz, Méltó régi nagy hiréhez; Mit rákentek a századok, Lemossuk a gyalázatot! A magyarok istenére Esküszünk, Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk! Hol sírjaink domborulnak, Unokáink leborulnak, És áldó imádság mellett Mondják el szent neveinket. A magyarok istenére Esküszünk, Esküszünk, hogy rabok tovább Nem leszünk!		The National Poem On your feet, Magyar,[1] the homeland calls! The time is here, now or never! Shall we be slaves or free? This is the question, choose your answer! - By[2] the God of the Hungarians We vow, We vow, that we will be slaves No longer! We were slaves up til now, Damned are our ancestors, Who lived and died free, Cannot rest in a slave land. By the God of the Hungarians We vow, We vow, that we will be slaves No longer! Useless villain of a man, Who now, if need be, doesn't dare to die, Who values his pathetic life greater Than the honor of his homeland. By the God of the Hungarians We vow, We vow, that we will be slaves No longer! The sword shines brighter than the chain, Decorates better the arm, And we still wore chains! Return now, our old sword! By the God of the Hungarians We vow, We vow, that we will be slaves No longer! The Magyar name will be great again, Worthy of its old, great honor; Which the centuries smeared on it, We will wash away the shame! By the God of the Hungarians We vow, We vow, that we will be slaves No longer! Where our grave mounds lie, Our grandchildren will kneel, And with blessing prayer, Recite our sainted names. By the God of the Hungarians We vow, We vow, that we will be slaves No longer! ^ The translation of magyar here, Magyar, is exactly equivalent to singular Hungarian ^ Original "On" (and in all subsequent verses)
—PETŐFI SÁNDOR (1848)		—Translated by KŐRÖSSY LÁSZLÓ (2004)[2]

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