A Magyar I! With pride I cast my eye
Over the sea of history past and see
Vast, mighty rocks that almost reach the sky;
They are my nation's deeds of bravery.
We, too, were acting once on Europe's stage,
And ours was not an empty, easy role!
When, at the play, our sword we drew in rage
All feared us, as the child the thunder's roll.
Poem I am Magyar
Alexander Petofi
