Magyar, to arms! thy country calls!
'Tis now that thou must make thy choice
'Twixt servitude and liberty:
To chains or freedom give thy voice.
Unto the God of Hungary
We swear we will be free or die!
Till now we have in slavery been,
Our shame is theirs who gave us birth.
Those who in freedom lived and died
Rest not at peace in captive carth.
Unto the God of Hungary
We swear we will be free or die!
Shameless, despicable is lie
Who now at death dismay doth feel,
To whom his wretched life may be
More precious than his country's weal.
Unto the God of Hungary
We swear we will be free or die!
The sword is brighter than the chain,
And fairer on the arm doth glow,
But yet in fetters we remain:
Oh, let us cast them from us now!
Unto the God of Hungary
We swear we will be free or die!
The name of Hungary will shine
With ancient radiance once again:
Though centuries have darkened it
'Tis we who will wipe off the stain.
Unto the God of Hungary
We swear we will be free or die!
Then, by our crumbling sepulchres,
Our children's children shall kneel down,
Our names held holy in their hearts,
Their blessings shall become our crown.
Unto the God of Hungary
We swear we will be free or die!
Sándor Petőfi.